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You should definitely write for Vi bc oml sheâs so fine đŽâđ¨
DO U EVEN KNOW THE WAY IM TWEAKIN OVER HER like omfg. my poor moots getting bombarded with fucking piles of edits upon edits of her and my thirsty comments...yeah...i gotchu, you don't needa ask me twice ⥠tbh feel like this is one of the better short smutty thingies i've written, lol. it was really fun.
nsfw drabbleâdom!vi + spit kink. originally i was gonna make this three smaller blurbs, but decided to just smash em all into one longer drabble situation. cw: praise, bossy vi, finger sucking (r! receiving), oral (v! receiving), vi bush mention RAHHHH, yapping... yk how it is by now. + 1.1k wc.
you were gazing up at her with watery eyes, kneeling by vi's seated form, trying your hardest to ignore the deafening ache between your thighs.
vi is loving, and she knows how to treat you well. she always provides you with tons of care and happiness, howeverâshe also possesses a dirty side to her.
a bandaged hand swipes at the bottom of your chin, her thumb prodding at your pursed lips. there was a smirk playing on her scarred lips, her powder-blue eyes twinkling with pure lust at the scenario playing out before her.
âopen.â she says roughly, and who are you to deny her? you were willing to take anything she'd give you, so you obediently part your lips, allowing her to fully push her digit inside your hot mouth.
almost instinctively, your puffy lips wrap around her thumb and you begin to suck, your eyes rolling ever so slightly at the taste of her salted skin. she hums, âatta girlâkeep going. just like that, until i say you can stop, alright?â you open your eyes and nod in approval, wishing to commit her expression to memory.
see, vi wasn't one of those mean, degrading doms with an icy exterior who get off on hurting you an excessive amount, and in moments like this where she's got you in a position of submission under her, her natural âswitchinessâ peeks through. you see it in the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her unsteady, shallow breathing coming out in rasps, and the distinct furrow in her flaming brows while she struggles to maintain eye contact. regardless, you both enjoy toying around with various dynamics, she makes it fun.
you get lost in a daydream while staring into her eyes, but are startled out of it when she strongly presses down on your wet tongue, and pushes her thumb further inward until you gag.
it surprises you, but you know she would never overdo things. tears well up in your eyes, their presence only widening her voracious grin.
then she soothes, her now-soft voice caressing your ears, âexactly, just like that. good job, baby. you're so perfect f'meâyeahhh.â she continues rolling her thumb around your wet muscle, every so often dragging the pad of her finger over the ridges of your teeth, then pushing experimentally up against the roof of your mouth.
saliva has been gathering all this time, and she hasn't given you a moment to swallow it, so it dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin, decorating your chest as it slides down your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along its path.
her face gets impossibly redder as she observes the sight, still while playing withârather, usingâyour mouth. her movements speed up a touch, and she triggers your gag reflex once more before abruptly stopping. she pulls her hand out of your mouth with a pop, and throws her head back as she tries to steady her breathing. âyou're so fuckinâ hot, godâi can't.â
you smile up at her, reveling in her break of character and being pleased with yourself. she's panting, and examines her hand; it's shiny and dripping with your spit, she's mesmerized by the sparkle it emits in the low light. her periwinkle eyes gloss over and suddenly there's a flash of fabric flying by, and you realize she has undressed herself in one fluid motion, throwing everything on her bottom half across the room. sheâs so desperate, you canât help but sneer at her horny distress, even though technically you were the one being overpowered.
your eyes drop, meeting a wild tangle of vermillion and crimson, her muscular thighs separating east and west to make space for you.
she leans back and gently nudges your head towards her tender, drooling core, her chest heaving at the way you're just melting under her touch. turning to jelly, you let her guide you where she wants. needs.
vi groans quietly, her breath hitching, âc'mon angel, you know what to do.â and you very much did. with her assistance, you advance and bury your face in her center, tongue finding her scarlet pearlâtwitching and ready for you to obliterate.
you flick, you suck, and you moan at the heavenly taste of her essence, revel in the noises she's producing above you. she pulls you further in, bucking her hips frantically to chase your skilled mouth. you push your tongue inside her quivering hole as far as it'll go, taking as much of her in your mouth as you can, and ignoring the lack of oxygen you're experiencingâyou would be more than pleased if you were lucky enough to die this way.
she's watching you intently through half-lidded eyes, chewing on her rosy lips. when you meet her gaze from in between her legs, her face contorts and she releases a guttural whine, more slick leaking from her and filling your hard-at-work mouth.
her grip on your hair tightens and her abs tense, providing you with an image that's worthy of a climax just on its own. her head falls back, her lips parting to allow for pretty, high pitched and pathetic pleas to grace your ears. âpleâplease baby, just like that. you're so fuckin' good, don't you dare stopâah!â
without any warning she makes a vulgar mess of your face, the vice grip on your crown causing you to wince, but just as she requests, you don't dare move.
you tilt your head to get a better angle, practically making out with her swollen pussy. you drink up her cum, the near-sickly sweetness clouding your mind, coating your thoughts in a drunken haze.
the high is rippling through her at such an intensity her loud moans are replaced with pornographic whimpers, the sensations utterly ruining her. she squirms and arches, caging your head between her thighs until she gasps.
"hahâokay, okay, ohâfuck.â she stutters while she pushes you away, the tremor in her body evident. you sit back and examine your work, feeling proud of yourself, her fucked-out condition proving you did a good job.
she's sprawled on the bed like a starfish, still trying to slow her racing heart but manages to chuckle, basking in the aftershocks of a mind-melting session.
her words are slurred, yet satisfied. âdid so good, that was so goodâŚlove your mouth s'much babe.â
you guffaw, and throw at her through chuckles, âi know, i am the best.â that sends her into a fit of giggles as well, and once she's calmed down she confirms.
âyeah, you really are.â
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CLAWS & SHIELD â Wolverine, Soldier Boy
Summary: Logan, Ben, and you sharing a motel room. That's it, that's the fic.
Pairing: Logan x fem reader x Ben.
Warnings: pwp smut, threesome, unprotected everything, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, cum play, cream pie, facial, mentions of marking, dirty talking, pet names, sub!reader, female pronouns.
Notes: I know no one asked but here you have because I can't stop thinking about them sharing like the good assholes they are. Soldier Boy and Wolverine are their own warnings in general sođŤ
GEN MASTERLIST!
âI- Iâve never done this before,â you gasp, hands and knees on the ground as Soldier Boy sits at the edge of the mattress with your head between his thighs. The tip of his cock is red and heâs aching to be sucked, and you want to. Fuck, how much you want to, but you feel kinda anxious as the mutant pulls your hips towards his own.
His cock is also hard, veiny and throbbing already to feel your walls wrap around him. You whine when he teases your entrance with his dick, covering himself with your slick and you moan. Logan takes a messy grip of your hair and rubs his cock once, twice, before his tip buries inside your needy cunt.
âOh, but how youâre enjoying it,â Logan remarks with a dark chuckle, followed by the supe, who wipes your mouth with his thumb.
And you suck on his digit, swollen lips wrapped around him as if your life depends on it.
âDirty little slut, canât wait to be filled up, can you?â Soldier Boy teases as Logan pounds mercilessly into your aching pussy. You whine at the feel of the mutant gripping on your hips now, sure itâd leave more marks into your skin by tomorrow.
Your knees already hurt, your palms are bruising on the carpet of the dirty motel room. It was true, you never had been in this situation before. But being shared by these two piles of muscles and strength, manhandling you around and ordering you to take what they could give to you was more than you ever dreamt of.
Soldier Boy pulls his thumb away from your mouth, and takes your jaw with his fingers.
âOpen,â he orders and you obey, sticking your tongue out, fucked out already as Logan continues his rut from behind you.
He spits on your mouth and you flinch a little, but he doesnât hold back, instead guides his cock between your lips and you happily take him, humming and gagging at how far he had reached inside in just a matter of seconds.
âFuck, yes, thatâs it,â Soldier Boy moans, watching his cock disappear into your mouth.
âSheâs fucking close,â Logan warns, the rhythm of his thrusts increasing by the moment, and he grabs your ass cheeks, spreading them to see right in the spot where you two connect as he keeps fucking you to bliss. He hisses at the view of his cock sliding out, covered in the wetness of your abused cunt. âGod, thatâs a perfect pussy right there, look at youâŚâ
Logan hits your sweet spot and you moan and cry around Benâs cock, the soldier never giving you the easy time. He fucks your throat hard, as if he was on a competition with the other man fucking your cunt right now, and you do your best to suck on his cock, tongue tracing his veins and your throat creating a wet cave for him to use.
With a hand, Soldier Boy grabs onto your hair and guides your pace to a more brutal one, feeling himself close.
âKeep sucking me off, sweetcheeks,â he groans, thrusting up his hips until your nose meets his pelvis.
You blurt incoherences, pussy clenching around Loganâs cock, and god, does it feel so damn good to you, being filled by both men at the same time, used for their pleasure and however they want⌠If this was heaven you wouldnât want to leave the room ever.
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â Soldier Boy grunts and quickly pulls out of your mouth. He is jerking himself and holding your pretty, fucked out face with the other hand.
âOpen for me, yeah, thatâs it,â he praises and he finally cums, white ropes painting your cheeks as you hold your tongue out, his hot cum all over your nose, lips and cheeks.
âKeep her there, Iâm gonna fill her up real good,â Logan darkly whispers and is no longer for him to get there, when he empties inside your needy cunt balls deep with a beautiful moan of his. Though, he already has come, the stamina and strength is enough to keep fucking his seed into you and a chain of moans and pleas leave your lips and sore throat.
âFuck, yes! Right there, thatâs the spot, please keep fucking me-â
His orgasm triggers your own climax and you finally come, crying so loud and milking his cock as he thrusts to meet your hips.
Soldier Boy wipes the cum off your face before offering his fingers coated and forcing them into your mouth. You lick them obediently, longing eyes on him.
âFuck, best pussy I ever had,â Logan praises and he finally stops, lazy and sloppy hips against your ass.
âAnd wait when you have her ass,â Soldier Boy smirks, you moan unwittingly at the thought. âHole is even better.â
Logan groans and he feels himself getting hard again, pulling out of your cunt, seed leaking out and rolling down your thighs. He plays with your sensitive folds and clit with calloused fingers.
âYeah, well, Iâm ready for round two,â Logan says, leaning towards you, his strong chest pressing against your back. âBub here as well. But are you ready, baby?â he whispers over your ear.
You shiver at the thought, and you know they know you want it bad. Itâs become a need at this point. Their high senses tells you they fucking know, and they enjoy having this control over you.
âWhatever you want,â you respond, holding the soldierâs lustful stare as you try to catch your breath.
Soldier Boy smirks and Logan chuckles on your back. He roams his hand over your breasts, kissing your shoulder, his beard leaving a sweet burn on you. Their dicks are already hard, and oh, you know youâre so fucked in the best way you could dream of.
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I'm so very tamed now .part 2
Part 1. Masterlist.
A/N : don't know what took me so long to make a part 2 ( just life I guess)but her you go lovelies, sorry for the delay.
Pairing: mafia stucky x spy reader.(poly)
Summary: Bucky finally gets the information our of you, but you both manage piss steve off even more, so you have to deal with the consequences .
Warnning :poly stucky dom steve, bratty Bucky, sub reader , self proclaimed brat tamer Bucky,edging, spanking, angy steve đĄ, a few tears. No beta reader. 18+ under the cut. Minors dni.
Bucky has you all spread out on his bed, hands cuffed to the bed, completely naked , completely at his mercy.
"are you gonna do something barnes or are you just gonna stare at me all day " you ask him mockingly.
"oh you'll see sweets." He says with a wicked grin, as he pulls out your favourite vibrator and before he pushes it into you , turning it up to the highest setting.
"ughh Bucky." You moan not being able to control your pleasure.
"see pretty girl, I don't have much time , steve is already annoyed so you better tell me everything." He asks as he tries not to palm himself at the sight of your but he couldn't resist he takee out his already hard cock and starts jerking off in front of you, adding to your pleasure.
"or -ughh - or what barnes?" You manage to say in between moans.
"or I'm gonna keep making ya cum until you can't." Your eyes widen at that.
"you see last time I edged ya ,it didn't turn out well so now I'm gonna make try something different." You came instantly as he said that.
"see that's my good girlz we'll see how long you can keep going before giving in." He said as hmm.
Five orgasms later , you still wouldn't budge.
"see I'm almost getting bored ,just spit it out already, the vibrator's battery is gonna die"
"that's all you got?" You challenged him
"fine , I'll do this my way." Bucky said as he pulled the vibrator away from you, looking at your wet pussy.
"see my poor pussy can't take it , she's exhausted.." he cooed as he collected some of your cum with his fingers and sucked them.
"don't tell me what I can take barnes."
"if you insist sweets." Bucky suddenly fills you up with his cock and starts pounding into you, lifting your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. You both moan, and grunt.
"now you better tell me sweets , who do you work for?" He asks as he fucks you into oblivion.
"ughh Bucky ... I'm gonna ." You said as you reached your high.
"me too angel, me too, now why don't you tell me ,so we can both come together ." You were about to give in Bucky knew, you just needed a little push.
"you know steve is gonna be very mad at me, if I don't get the information Outta you after all this trouble...so please tell me sweets,I swear I'll stay right by you whatever it is."
"fine fine...i ughh work for stark, stark sent me " you finally spit out the truth.
Just then steve came barging in the door, " steve i found the information, she works for..." Bucky was about to say .
"stark i know" steve finished his sentence" i just met him. " Not impressed by Bucky.
"well I just got the information Outta her, see i told you my tactics never fail." Steve rolled his eyes at Bucky's answers, although he was certainly aroused by the scene in front of him,you begging Bucky to let you cum.
"well of course I'll let you cum sweets, daddy is having a conversation right now wait a minute" the brunette man told you.
"stop being such a whore buck" steve yelled at him.
"you know you damn well love it steve, infact i know you're enjoying our doll begging to cum right now" while you were still whimpering begging Bucky to cum.
Steve was definitely aroused by the sight in front of him but tried to keep his composure.
"shut up Bucky, she's being a brat and you're only defending her." Steve said.
"she is brat and I'm not defending her , I'm punishing her can't you see?" Bucky asks
"damn well you are, look at her not one ounce of regret in her face,you're not making her relaise anything,you're just giving in to her bratiness."
"daddy please lemme cum" you beg him with doe eyes, Bucky is still in you , you try to fuck yourself on him, lifting your hips. "Just a minute sweets" Bucky says.
"no get off of her" steve says angrily.
"what the hell steve" but steve pushes Bucky aside before he could finish his sentence.
"I'm gonna show her what real punishment is and make her realise what she has really done to us, how much she's hurt us, so stop coddling her and move buck" steve says as he takes off his clothes.
"stevie.." i whimper as Bucky's thick cock is removed from your heat.
"shh shut up you brat ,you only call me sir from now, understood?" Steve said giving a hard spank to your dripping pussy making me moan.
"yes sir" steve flips you onto your stomach, you were waiting nervously as to what he was gonna do.
"now I'm gonna spank you properly you brat and you're gonna take it like a good slut and thank me alright " he says
"yes sir." All while Bucky watched the scene unfold in front of him, he knew you were in big trouble now but he enjoyed it at the same time.
"good girl do what daddy steve says " Bucky said .
Steve gave his first spank it was real, unlike the playful ones Bucky gave you, it stung almost leaving an impression.
"thank you sir." I say. *He spanks again.
"thank you sir"
*spank
*th thank you sir."
After 10 spanks , Steve stops leaving your bottom so red and your pussy dripping.
"you did so good doll taking your punishment like a good girl" Bucky said patting your head.
"thanks daddy" you manage to whimper.
"your punishment is not over yet brat." Steve says with a stern look.
"but.."
"no buts get on your knees .."
You do as he says, steve roughly grabs your hips and thrusts his hard cock in you, making you moan. "Ahh daddy.." steve pulled out immediately,and spanked you again." What do I tell you to calle me you brat.."
"sir?"
"yes and you'll only call me sir from now, no stevie, no daddy understood?" He said slapping my ass again.
"yes sir"
Bucky thought he was being a little too harsh on you. "Oh come on steve she just called you daddy she -" Bucky started to reason .
"you shut up punk or youre gonna be punished next." Steve said and went to sinking his cock back into your dripping cunt in one swift motion.
"ohh yess sir please-" you moaned
"please what you little slut?" Steve asked pounding into you ,making the bed shake, Bucky was happily jerking off to it at this point, knowing trying to defend you was pointless and that would only get you into more trouble, plus he knew steve would never hurt you,no matter how mad he was , he was only doing this because he was deeply hurt by your betrayal.
"please sir, fuck me, please don't stop." You pleaded .
"and why would I listen to you?" The blonde said.
"because...because..."
"because what ?" He said slamming his hips into you.
"because I love you and ...Bucky i uh-" tears we're streaming down your face at this point, both from the pleasure and the guilt of the whole situation,you knew you hurt steve and pushed him to this point.
Steve laughed mockingly. "Really you love- you love us? Don't lie you little slut" steve was about to cum but he contained himself not giving you the satisfaction.
"I'm not lying...i really, really love you both. I'm sorry about everything." A million things were going on Steve's mind.
Just then Steve's phone rang, he picked it up from the night stand while still in you.
"hmm alright I'll be there-" he spoke into the phone. He pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering.
"what happened baby?" Bucky asked , knowing something was wrong.
"nothing it's uh- take her to the safehouse right now, I'll go take care of some things."
Bucky knew better than to argue with steve at times like these so he only nodded.
Steve left the room, Bucky gently cleaned you up, while you were still getting out of the haze. "Pack your things baby." He said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"what's going on?" You finally decide to ask
"stevie's orders ,don't ask any questions for a while." He said .
And you complied, going on to pack some of your stuff ,but you had a pretty good idea of what's going on, you took your pistol from the hidden cabinet in your bathroom just in case .
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NSFW WARNING!! demon slayer men oral hcs, ft Giyuu and Sanemi
no warnings really apply besides shitty writing enjoy
Sanemi (giving)
You know this man loves a good creampie
Will get a taste of it afterwards when ur already beat after the first two roundsÂ
Loves tasting his and yours release mixed (it does things to him)
Literally does not gaf whether there hair or not hes eating it anyway
Honestly everything tastes good to him
(not that related but loves to spit on it too)
Feral for thighs crushing his neck even though hes more of an ass guy
Groaning against you like its his final meal
Sanemi (receiving)
Keeps it trimmed and groomed
Delicious happy trail that comes up a little bit above his belt
WILL be moaning and groaning
Real men aint afraid to keep quiet
Prefers to be sitting for it as he's pretty tall and doesnt wanna keep in any uncomfy positions
Prefers no eye contact (as much as he loves it, he thinks the faces he makes are vulnerable so be nice)Â
Has a preference for receiving
(doesnt mean hes not up to go down on you whenever)
Giyuu (giving)
Literally his favorite thing to do
no im not kidding this is basically foreplay to him
Likes it even more after particularly long missions either from you or himÂ
Will always put ur pleasure first
Takes his time for the most part
Chin and corners of his mouth will literally be glistening (we all know hes not the water hashira for no reason, cmon now..)Â
Praising u inbetween as if u can hear himÂ
Genuine master with his fingers even if they are thinner than shinazugawas and uzuis u will be coming all over them
Will have it in any positionÂ
Isnt foreign to rainbow kissingâŚ
Giyuu (receiving)Â
Doesnt like it as much as giving
Pretty quiet besides a few grunts and sighs here and there
Will be pretty gentle with your hair, kneading through it.
This man doesnt feel like he deserves it from your beautiful soul so heâll praise you the whole time đ
He doesnt remember the last time he shaved. Doesnt want to, and doesnt think he needs to.Â
Keeps it pretty clean despite the strands of hair in your mouth afterwards.Â
He really just has a preference for your pleasureÂ
Might actually thank you afterwards (we love our awkward man)Â
Will always return the favour if he hasnt already
#giyuu x reader#demon slayer#sanemi x reader#kny giyuu#kny sanemi#fem reader#smut#drabble#i needed something to post#its been a long week#is it obvious im inexperienced
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#okay . sorry. iâm at the acceptance stage of grieving but i had to have a little bit of a not normal moment#thinking abt tyler having to just chuckle saying hockey is hard#tyler seguin who has been to 3 stanley cup finals and the only one he didnât appreciate was the one he won#trying to chase the feeling of being 19 and the top of the world again#with a group of guys you actually love. a room youâve cultivated to be loving. to be a family#and hockey is hard. the sport is hard and the emotions are hard and the toll it takes on your body and mind is HARD#but you canât be the overpaid millionaire who complains that hockey is hard#you canât stand up there and cry#acknowledge how itâs stolen time from your family you love so much away from you#itâs stolen your body from you. your mind. your heart.#and you give everything to it and it just keeps spitting in your face#and hockey hasnât loved you since you were a teenager but you loved it and you love the people it brings into your life#and you canât even cry about it because youâre a millionaire man playing a game for a living#so you just have to laugh and say hockey is hard like more pieces of your heart arenât being torn off every year#okay anyways#yap yap yapping#dallas stars i love u and u will always be famous. the love will be enough eventually. tyler i need you to know the love will be enough
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Hot take: The Spiderverse is just the fandom conflict on whether to follow canon or fanon when writing a fanfiction
#the wall pinning.. the voices coming back to haunt.. the shouting in your face as i pin you down.. the chase..#the âeveryone comes together against one personâ but its the protagonist#and everyones saying to stick to canon but Miles does not want to#literally the fact they keep referring to the canon timeline#its like how the majority of people who write fanfictions end up following canon regardless of their intent to or not#that once you entertain fanon and do it.. everything is unknown and relies on what YOU do and think happens next#can you tell i just watched the movie?#i liked it mainly because it's so fanfiction-y#even the half-incompetent mentor and the protagonist being 15 and saying theyre an adult and all the advice people are giving#but will be ignored / haunting / becomes a plotpoint to follow#even the words thrown at a woman and suddenly she falters for the protagonists#spoilers#all the wall-pinning and i was like âhey this is getting sexualâ even though the age gap with all the spitting in the face shouting and#shoving you so hard into the train that it breaks under you#seriously the big argument is whether Miles will follow canon or break away into fanon#and thats the whole story. the end
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really awesome day to think everythings going alright and then you wake up and get hit in the face twice in a row
#vent#why am i suddenly the worst person to exist to everyone again for having bpd and complex emotions. 2023s coming back in a new way#like oh wow Have you ever thoguht of how Aria Feels. Have you ever thought to fucking talk to me about this . god.#this specific group of people keeps making me miserable and then complains about me being miserable about it. like yea. bc that makes sense#maybe i shouldve left all of you huh. maybe i shouldve done that. i need to be the one with agency over my emotions for fucking once.#everyone walks all over me and expects it to do nothing. keeping my fears in check and keeping my confirmation biases very much there.#lua if you see this that was entirely fucking unwarranted. im not some fucking evil person. i just have BPD. we tried.#i dont like venting to you for every single little thing either and it makes me miserable too! it wouldve been nice if you said that first.#all of it made me miserable but thats all we ever fucking talked about.#i really fucking tried just to get kicked down and spit at again for something so stupid and then the remaining 3 also left again.#what am i supposed to do. what do you want me to do.#i genuinely tried. i always wanted to try but just got left with questions and unexplainable emotions. and now everythings like this again#no explanations. nothing to give me any benefit of the doubt. just no youre evil and awful for this thing that we all also do but#were all going to blame YOU for not being honest about your emotions. and then i start being very open about my emotions#and people hate that too. literally what do you fucking want from me anymore. have i been anything other than a strawman to any of you#just an ideal to chase . just whatever you want to form me into ?#i am not a saint and never claim to be or claim to be the best or even most reasonable opinion. but you should all maybe evaluate that your#extraordinarily comically bad at anything regarding this. better at communicating my fucking ass.#i dont want to be at either of you twos fucking whims anymore. i dont even want to be at my own.#leave me the hell alone. observe me at a distance. just dont fucking talk to me until you have something better to say.#i did not need that. it is unfair to me. not now. not any time. not near my birthday not near new years. i did not need this suddenly today#because people dont communicate anything to me. and then expect me to be fine to be slapped in the face with it like its expected.#you people fucking suck.#i feel abused by fucking everyone. i am not a real person to any of you and never will be. nobody cared about my personhood#and you know what. im fine with that. because neither of you are here anymore.#literally i am mentally not built for people who made me miserable then blaming me for my misery . or the most stupid friendgroup drama of#the century i am built for playing touys and having fun Fuck u all forever get out of my life FOREVER !#itll probably come back again and then ill be mentally susceptible to this bullshit again but for now literally just . fuck off.#i dont want to be in your ouroboros ( lol ) of endless misery feedback loop bullshit anymore#like woww i have problems but Wow. Its almost like you two made it worse? Idk! Just a thought.
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ŕťęą âË â TALKINâ BODYYYY ! âďšâşĄ
gojo, toji, geto, nanami, sukuna.
ઠwarnings. fem! reader, praise, lots of dirty talk + degradation, face-riding, unprotected, spit, dumbification, breath play, spanking, squÏrting, size kink, brat taming, edging, mdni.
𬺠â SUGURU GETĹ.
ââŚgirl, you canât hear or something?â heâd drag out in a coarse voice. you were heaving, puffs of air leaving your mouth as you pantedâass hovering over his mouth. you were so sensitive, the string that resided between your thighs was lazily pulled to the side. geto brings a kiss toward the very crevices of your clit before sighing. âtake a seat on me ân gimme another. not done eating.â
you briefly grind against his face, perking up your ass against his mouth. you moan, feeling him bring a wet kiss against your cunt. a good sum of sheeny spit departs and he sloppily laps it up with his tongue. âs-suguruuu,â and he was forevermore such a sloppy eater. your legs felt so hot. it was a sweet feeling of pure heat roaming all throughout your skin. all from his touch too. he liked eating you from behind, a perfect position to have the tip of his tongue brush up against your folds, even bringing a thumb to prod against your neglected and needy hole. âyou said to give you one more the l-last time.â
âi know what i said, princess,â heâd reply in a rasp, and you whimper once you feel his teeth tug against the fabric of your underwear. you were covered in your own slick. the same exact slick that ran all down his chin. happily so, he casually laps up his bottom lip that had a remainder of your sweet before giving your pussy a sweet and tender kiss. âwait be quiet,â
and you do, pursing your lips together before feeling him ease a finger inside. your folds make a loud squelching pop, and geto hums before slowly sliding his tongue between your entrance. with his mouth full, he mumbles out a low, âso nasty. listen at how sheâs tryna talk back to me, baby.â
âpark that pussy for me, theeeere we go,â heâd continue in a whisper against your cunt â you moan, feeling him lick a single stripe between your labia. you felt the near coldness of getoâs tongue piercing titillate against your sopping entrance. heâs been eating you out for hours, tracing the alphabet all over with his tongue to make you drag out orgasm after orgasm. âjust one more. f-fuck, âm so starved.â
his voice was a gritty low, you bit your bottom lip, finally sitting down on his face and geto continues to suck on your clit again. a long suck, it was so lewd that heâs basically slurping everything out of you. the bottom of his chin was wholly covered with your glistening slick. he playfully laps his tongue in such a slow way to make your knees buckle, thighs aching, teeth damn near shatteringâŚ
âs-suguuu,â youâd whinge, feeling the flatness of his tongue slither all over your most sensitive areas. his tongue had such length to it tooâyou felt him locate every spot with such deepness, the tip of his tongue slurps against your inner folds and you whine loudly. he makes sure to not focus directly on the clit. instead, he fixated his tongue everywhere. all throughout your hood and your wall, heâs nose deep. the point of his nose brushes against your pussy before his tongue lathers at the mere taste of you. he feels you pulsate in his mouth and a smile slants against his lips. âright there, keep going. gonna c-cum.â
âbut you said you couldnât give me another,â he snickers, his tongue starting to go in multiple swift directions. the speed had your legs just trembling beneath him. geto breaks his lips away before spitting right on your folds, running his middle finger down the entrance before giving it a kiss. âsuch a sloppy girl. dripping like this. messy fuckinâ wet girl,â and he blows right against your pussy to watch you jerkily squirm. âyouâre my messy wet girl though, right? all for me?â
you donât reply and he brings mean spank to your cunt, the palm of his hand now shrouded and covered with nothing but your sweet wetness all over it. he slides his tongue against your entrance, his thumb still gingerly prodding against your hole before grunting. his moans and groans, so pretty to listen to. it got you wet in more ways than you could imagine, it almost sounded like a low purr. âwhen i talk, i expect a answer back, princess.â
ây-yes,â youâd moan, feeling yourself gradually reach an incoming euphoric high. âyes, sugu.â
âyes what?â he grumbles. âi didnât tell you to say just yes, dummy.â
him dumbing you down with just a few sentences made you throb. he felt it all in his mouth, on the various nerves of his tongue. you arched your back a bit before speaking in a sweet shaken tone. âiâ iâm your messy wet girl. sloppy just for you, suguru.â
âyeah you are,â he huffs out, bringing both rough hands to grip your ass. he gives it a spank, the recoil turning him on. a tent pokes through his pants and heâs hard. geto watches strands of his own spit drip down his pointed chin before giving your cunt a final spank. right before you could finish though, he lightly moves you off of him. youâre pantingâa jagged breath being caught in your throat. youâre laid back with your legs now sprawled, staring at him with hooded eyes and he gets right between your legs. âi bet youâre kinda hungry too,â and he leans up closeâdark pretty tresses of his hair tickle against your skin before he grips your chin firmly. âloll out that tongue ân stick it out for me. say ah like a good girl.â
you whimper, feeling his thumb softly strum against your plump glossed lips. âa-ah,â youâd hum out with your pink tongue rolling out your mouth. geto stared at you with a pussydrunken stare, leaning up close before spitting right into your mouth. your tongue gets gifted with a long string of his saliva and he squeezes your lips together just a little more.
âmm. what do pretty messy girls say afterwards?â
âthank y-you.â
𬺠NANAMI KENTO.
âsweetheart, if youâre gonna sit on myâŚlap, you gotta behave yourself,â nanami murmursâyouâd be straddling him while heâs hard at work trying to jot a few things down. a plethora of scattered papers pile his desk. heâs probably been working for hours on end. you could tell from the droopiness of his eyes. he had a hand gently gripping your waist before smiling once you kiss near his neck. âi gotta finish this by midnight or âm not gonna hear the end of it tomorrow.â
âkento, i want you,â youâd whisper, softly nibbling against his skin, past his collar, he lets off a groan. as you start to grind against his slacks, you feel his bulge arise. nanami tried to focus his attention towards the dozens of paperwork he had to skim through, yet you teasingly wrap your arms around him. âwouldnât bending me over this desk be more fun? you work too hard.â
kento grunts, and his groans were a pleasure to listen to. so raspy and strained. feeling himself grow more and more aroused by the sweet sound of your voiceâyou play with the strap of his belt before planting a wet kiss near the corner of his lip. âhmph. maybe,â and you giggle, grabbing the ballpoint pen away from his hand before tugging on his tie. he leans back, manspread and all before rolling his eyes playfully. âalright. ten minutes. âs all youâre gonna get from me.â
so you give him ten minutes, ten precious minutes that ended up turning into two straight hours. youâd be riding nanami so good that the tips of ears start to grow hot. his breath hitched and he canât help but moan from your hypnotic hips. such filthy hips, it was as if it was on cruise control from the pure rocking movement alone.
âgoddamnnn,â he rasps out before his right thigh starts to bounce. he was balls deep, buried all inside of you that you felt him reach every corner and crevice of your walls. nanami had a girth to him, a girth that never failed to make you salivate in your mouth a little. so fat and thick, always the perfect fit for you. he throws his head back before starting to pant. âwith you around, âm not gonna get anything done.â
âgood,â you tease, peppering his chin with multiple sugared kisses. nanami grabs your right ass cheek before giving it a soft spank, caressing it shortly afterward. you allow your hands to slide up his button up shirt before whispering in a needy tone. âtalk dirty to me, kento. i like listening to your voice.â
he pants, feeling you jerk and jerk against him. your hands feel all over his body including near his muscles that poke through his shirt. âdo you now?â he smiles, beads of sweat starting to race down his eyebrow. he was suddenly amused. he was never really one to talk dirty. nanami was always one to shower you with praises, besides just that alone was enough to make you soaked. âwell what do you want me to say, pretty girl?â
nanami wasnât being a tease, he was genuinely curiousâyet heâs taken by surprise once you grab one of his hands, swiftly wrapping it around your neck. âstare into my eyes and um,â you pause, thinking of what to say. he chuckles lowly, feeling your tempo leisurely speed up. you rode him so good that his thighs started to ache and jitter. âcall me a d-dirty whore thatâs just obsessed with your cock.â
âoh? but thatâs too mean,â nanami sneers. âbesides, youâre not a whore. youâre my good girl.â
âkento.â you grumble, and now he was teasing.
he chortles at the cute pout on your lips, bringing his left hand to squeeze your right hipâanother gingerly wrapping around your throat. light fawn eyes stare right back into you before he hums. âfine, iâll speak to my girl how she wants,â and his tone was so smooth and rich. you gasp, feeling the abrupt sensation of his plump tip thwack against your g-spot, making your vision see straight stars for a moment. âlook at my whore whoâs just a obsessed with heh, my cock,â and heâs about to laugh again before feeling you grind against him. âall you think about is dick, i bet? thought you was a smart girl.â
you moan, feeling nanami gently caress the middle part of your neck before tightening his grip on your hip just a bit, making you rock against his lap even further. âyou just wanna be my precious cum dump, âs that it? overflow your pussy ân then i can pull out only to stuff it back in for you?â and then he kisses your cheek. âyouâre messy like that, arenât you, my love?â
ây-yes please,â youâd whimper, rotating your hips in a circular motion. it drove him crazy, you drove him crazy. nanami feels so full, preparing to dump such a thick load right into you. burying your face into his neck, you sneak a hand up his shirt. âfuck your work, just fuck me.â
âoh donât worry, darlinâ i will,â he grumbles, and thatâs when right before you were already to finish, nanami lifts you up before spinning you around. he takes both of your wrists and pins them behind your back. you had the most lewd arch over his desk, your chest pressing up against his scattered papers before he leans right up close to roughly yank your hair back. ânow bend over ân let your husband kento carry the rest from here.â
𬺠SUKUNA RYĹMEN.
âhmph,â sukuna scoffs. âyou must forgot who you were fuckinâ speaking to,â heâd snarl, and if looks could kill youâd most likely be six feet under. his mere presence made you throb, sukuna makes you lie down on your back before spreading your legs open.
âfuck you,â you mutter, and of course you didnât mean it, you just liked getting on his nerves, under his skin. âyou never fuck me right anyway. i fake my orgasms and everything.â
sukuna smirks. âwith me? oh please,â and you nearly chew your words once you watch him rub his fat length right between your folds.
âlotttt of disrespect from a woman with a pussy this wet.â and his tone was dangerously low, you stared right into his eyes and he returns the same gaze. you loathed how currently soaked you were though, irking his nerves was always one way to make him yank climax after climax out of you.
he doesnât like wasting time, within seconds of straight glaring at you, sukuna starts to sink his fat length into you. slowly but surely, heâs so thick, you felt the texture of him and it instantly made you so full. he watched your eyes flicker and then a hand wraps around your throat. âstare at me the entire time. donât look away or else.â
âor else whââ
âlisten bitch,â sukuna grumbles.
you were just about to giggle, yet thatâs when he makes you shut up by pressing a palm against your stomach. he was in so deep, you felt it all. it felt as if your walls were closing in, soaking in such hefty inches of his cock.
it was almost enough to make you drool. his lukewarm body that felt so tepid against you starts to grind and grind. just a single movement of your hips as a cute attempt of fucking him back and you only end up moaning right in his face. he had such salacious strokes, making sure you felt every inch buried inside of you. âyouâre gonna listen to me. you know whatâi donât care if you donât listen because this pussyâs just gonna do it for you regardless.â
sukuna releases his hand from your tummy and instead wraps it around your throat. with a light squeeze, he adds a little more pressure on your neck and you stare at him. he had you in a mating press potionâit was so lewd, and after a while he was pretty much jackhammering into your cunt. your legs were just idly dangled in the air before locking around his slim waist. âs-sukuna, fuckkk.â
ânasty girls like you donât deserve to moan my name,â he huffs out, and heâs straight pounding into you. he pulls his hand away from your neck before squeezing your pretty sheeny lips together. âdo you even deserve this right now? tell me.â
âyâyes,â youâd squeak out, feeling his weight just pounce and spring against you. his cock plugged so deep inside that you started to feel dizzy. your mind was clouded with nothing but straight blankess. sukuna glares at you and that stupid impish grin that slowly went against your lips. âi deserve to be f-fucked by you.â
he rolls his eyes, and you whimper once his hips strike further and grow more vigorous. âletâs not lie, little girl. you donât deserve shit.â
he sounds annoyed, yet despite that he still leaned in to give you a wet kiss on your lips. you whine, kissing back and he was thrashing his hips into you so good that you cutely had to cling onto his biceps for support.
âs-sukuna, âm gonna cum.â and you knew you were. that feeling was forever imaginable, the intense build up had you nearly breathless. he watches as youâre reaching your peak and youâre starting to whimper and whinge from how deep and slow his strokes suddenly get. the bed â the loud creaks could be made into a mixtape from how vocal it was. âfuckkk, âkuna. iâm c-cumming.â
and once it hits you, it was at full impact. it came in waves, you felt a sudden rush come to you and your orgasm was so cute.
he felt you pulsing continuously even afterwards. you needed a moment, a moment or two. each and every muscle throughout your body felt ridged. vibrations coarse all throughout your veins before you slump back with the most dumbest post expression. you were so dumb, you knew you probably looked like a mess, all cock-drunk.
âwas that real, baby?â he hums, squeezing your lips even more before pulling out. you attempt to glare at him but you only moan once he leans in to lick near your neck.
âshut u-up.â
âmake me, whore.â
𬺠SATORU GOJO.
âreally?â gojo says in a sweet tone, heâs more amused if anythingâespecially after hearing how his pretty best friendâs never had a man make her squirt before. ânever ever? as in like, never in your life?â
you shake your head, being propped up against his bare chest. heâs so warm against you. with a single hand, gojoâs got your legs sprawled all open. he reaches down to toy between whatâs between those sweet plush thighs of yours. âtheyâve all tried but it never w-works.â
âoh you poor thing,â he says with a faux tone, you moan once he starts to swiftly maneuver tender circles against your panties that were still attached to you.
laced panties, a thumb of his brushes against the fabric before he sighs. his breath was minty, that low sigh was right up against your ear and it made you soak profusely. speaking of scent though, his cologne was madly loud.
so redolent, it was a scent youâd always get used to whenever you were so close to him like this. âtell ya what. iâll make you squirt within five minutes. put all those stupid guys to shame. you want that?â
you nod, desperately craving it. that was all he needed to hear.
once you gave him to go ahead, gojo was determined to make you create such a filthy mess on his fingers. he knew all the right directions to go, his fingers alone knew just where to occupy against your pussy. not even a minute passed before youâre already coating his thickly slender digits with such amounts of your slick. he then slides your panties to the side before continuing.
âoooooh,â he purrs, hearing the squelches your own cunt makes. âsheâs so talkative today. poor pussyâs been so neglected though, fuck,â you whimper, parting your legs apart just a bit more as heâs just mindlessly mending your walls. the stretch he created, your eyes were hooded and you dug your hands into his wrist. âiâm gonna make a little mess out of you, angel.â
your head leans back against his chest and you let off a loud squeal once gojoâs fingers position a certain way. he inserts anotherâyet this time, itâs his middle finger. as of now heâs immitating a bowling ball grip. two thick fingers shoved deep inside of you to where you can barely hold your legs open. âs-satoruuu,â youâd whinge out, feeling your left leg start to sporadically bounce. his tempo was just right, you swallow thickly before gasping once he spanks your pussy twice. âi think âm gonna s-squirt.â
âno, you are gonna squirt,â he slyly says, bringing a soft kiss towards the left part of your collarbone. whilst your leg bounces, you fell in love with the way he massaged your inner walls. it was so hypnotizingâthe grip he had with his fingers. he tickles near your nub, all inside of your clit before you choke out a needy sob. you were preparing to say something but he shushes you. âshhh. i donât wanna hear you right now, let this pussy talk for you instead.â
it was such silkiness in his tone, you lean into his touch before he starts to repeat the direction of his fingers. they curve all inside of you, flicking against your pussy before thrusting in and out, in and out. âyeah. lie back ân let me show you why they call me the honored one.â
if you werenât so dumb from his fingers, youâd roll your eyes. after a few concise moments, he pulls his fingers out and your eyes roll anywayâthis time out of pure pleasure and ecstasy though. you donât even realize youâre squirting before gojo grins and points it out.
âthereee she goes,â and you felt so drenched, soaking his fingers â cool air wafts against your skin as you sat still before he softly trails his free hand down your waist. gojo glances at his watch before a dumb smile spreads against glossed lips. âthree minutes. heh, new record for me baby. now letâs try to make it under thirty seconds.â
𬺠FUSHIGURO TOJI.
âthe fuck you touching my pussy for, woman?â
toji snarls, and you moan once he smacks your hand away. he had you on all foursâdumbly getting a glimpse of your pathetic reflection through the mirror directly in front of you. you just came and your legs were insanely wobbly. his voice was so deep and stern, it made you throb as you were cutely arched over for him. âthought i taught you well. keep your hands to yourself, only my hands get to feel.â
âbutââ
âbut nothing slut,â he mutters, and you gasp once you feel his angry mushroom tip start to open you up again. it eases its way into you and you donât even realize the drool thatâs seeping down into your pillow. âtouch yourself again ân iâm gonna leave you on this bed to make yourself get off. you got me?â
you moan, your ass all up in the air with your left cheek practically smushed against the mattress.
âyeah but can i please touch myself toji.â
all he replies with is a subtle ânah,â and you whimper once he deftly drills his way inside of you. such thick inches that eased its way into your walls, your mouth opened and you let off the sweetest whimper. âsaying please isnât gonna change the fact that this pussyâs only for my hands to touch. not you, girl.â
but toji doesnât even straight up fuck you.
heâs fully inside before heâs suddenly pulling straight out â then he slaps his fat tip against your folds, smearing the remnants of his cum against your entrance and watching you pulsate. he hums to himself, nudging his cockhead in and out of your slit just to watch you wriggle. âgo âhead, doll. ask me to touch yâerself again, do it. try me.â
itâs a trick, you knew that. it was apparent, yet your lips pursed and you were preparing to ask anyway, toji knew you all too well because he chuckles, shoving your face into the pillow.
âyeah, exactly,â he mutters after about twenty seconds of pure silence passes. a mere awkward silence. âno fuckinâ back talk,â and then you whimper once he continues to slap his tip against your slick entranceâyou just wanted him back inside. he was a constant tease, going in only to pull out. the pout that stretched against your face was so adorable, he saw right through the mirror and grins. âaw. want me to start up again?â
âyes,â you immediately reply in a soft tone. âwant you to make me c-cum again, toji.â
âtell me sorry first ân iâll think about it.â he gripes.
you whine, this current position â this angle, it was so lewd.
being all hunched over with your ass in the air. you made a cute attempt at trying to wiggle your ass against his dick but he purposely spanks you to quit it. youâve never felt more soaked purely from his words alone. âiâm sorry.â
âfuck your sorry. make me believe it.â he utters.
âiâmâŚ..sorry for touching myself,â you corrected yourself, cutely growing frustratedâyou speak in breathy pants.
the entire atmosphere felt so humidly hot. once toji runs a finger down your spine, you shudder. as he traces against your back muscles, his tip was just inches away from deepening further inside you but he pauses, awaiting for your sweet little attempt of an apology. âi shouldnât have t-touched what belongs to you. i love you.â
toji smirks. âi agree,â and then he makes your chest collapse further down against the bedâyou glance near the mirror and heâs staring dead at you before replying in a husky.
âi love you too, princess,â and then your heart flutters, yet your smile fades once he breaks away, snickering. âbut i donât think youâve learned your lesson. weâll try this again tomorrow, brat.â
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âin which toji is constantly fucking women and disturbing your peace. your complaints lead to you becoming one of them.
pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! college reader
cw: smut, breeding, daddy kink, size kink, age gap, toji being a cocky prick, unsafe sex, ass slapping, mentions of cervix touching
Ever since you heard about your next door neighbor Mr. Fushiguro going through a divorce, things have been hell. For you.
From the day he first moved into the apartment, constantly arguing on the phone with his ex wife about whose turn it was to watch his son, Megumi.
When Megumi is over, everythingâs quiet, and you finally get a chance to rest your head and relax in peace. Doing some studying and cleaning in the quiet atmosphere.
You wished the black haired boy would stay for just a day longer, because Toji is back to his usual self hours later. Bringing in young college girls one after the other. Fucking them hard against his headboard as they let out loud cries of daddy. It was annoying. You could even stay inside anymore to get work done.
At every hour of the day he seemed to be active, fucking through all sorts of women, the shaking of your thin bedroom wall never coming to an end as high pitched moans echoed through.
It was getting to the point where you couldnât take it. You were so fed up. Didnât he ever get tired? Tired of promising these young desperate girls to call them back only to throw away their numbers and fuck their friends the next day.
Weeks go by and nothing changes, Megumi coming over for a silent three days then leaving again. Giving his father enough time to fuck any feelings for his ex wife out of his system.
You swore you couldnât take it, you had barely been able to study, occasionally spending an hour or two in a nearby cafĂŠ between classes. When you noticed your grades slipping, your eyes having prominent bags at the lack of sleep, you groan loudly in frustration. Finding your legs moving before you could even process it.
Your fist raising to knock on the manâs door once, then twice, with no answer. You huffed, going in to knock a third time before the door swung open. A tall, muscular man towering over you with a scowl. âWhat?â
Your eyes widened as you scanned over his body, his perfectly sculpted face, broad shoulders, defined abs, and the very distinct outline in his sweats.
The man cleared his throat, a smirk gracing his face when he startled you out of your intense drooling. âNow, what do we have here?â he chuckled deeply, tilting his head to the side with crossed arms as he rested against the doorâs frame. âHere to get your turn doll?â
You gulped, finding it harder to spit out your words as the Fushiguro man stared you down. âI.. Iâm here to ask you to keep the noise down, some people have actual work to do.â
Toji whistled, âOh? A bold one huh? I like it,â His hand reaching under your chin to make you look fully up at him. âyouâre a pretty little thing you know,â he spoke, running his thumb along your bottom lip, âwonder what youâd look like ruined underneath me.â
You ignored the flutter that went off in your pussy, clenching your thighs discreetly as you glared. âJust keep the noise down okay old man? I'm trying to study.â
Toji could feel his cock grow harder, you were just what he needed. âSo iâm an old man now? Thatâs a first, usually girls like you just call me daddy.â he shrugged, âbut itâs okay, youâll get there.â
You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, annoyance written all over your face to mask the arousal swirling in your stomach. Heâd probably fucked the entire neighborhood by now, including the campus, so you werenât gonna fall for his sick charms. You just hoped he complied and kept the place quiet, you didnât need that usual noise the day before your big test.
Toji had surprisingly did as you asked, and you sighed in content as you read through the pages of your notes. Your pen in your hand finding itself in between your teeth as you bit down softly. You got what you wanted, so why was your mind running wild with thoughts of the Fushiguro manâs hands on your body as he fucked you like all of those other girls.
You shifted in your seat, one leg over the other to bring stimulation to your needy clit making you whimper softly. You couldnât let yourself give in.
Another week passed and you once again found yourself in the same noisy predicament. Your mind couldnât help but wander to the man more than twice your age. Way too old for you yet just so.. hot. Toji Fushiguro had become your fantasy.
And it was unbearable.
Hearing all these moans day and night. Hearing Tojiâs loud grunts and groans as he no doubt left them with the best fuck of their lives.
It was Thursday, and Megumi would be coming tomorrow per routine, so youâd finally get a break then. But, you couldnât deny the fact that you wanted an excuse to go over there. Your face serious as you banged on his door.
You waited a minute, a shirtless Toji emerging into the door frame as it flew open. Toji smirked, âAh, you again.â His sweatpants hung dangerously low beneath the start of his v line, black hair messy as his tongue darted out to swipe across his lips. âFinally came to your senses?â
His last fuck had left right before you came, coincidentally of course.
âN-no.â you objected sternly. âIâm here to ask you again to just be.. what are yo-â
You swallowed hard when he began stalking towards you, a sinister grin on his face as you were backed up against a wall. His breath fanned your head as he bent his neck. Hands on the walls near each side of your face. âYour face says otherwise, doll.â
âNo it d-doesnât.. youâre just a cocky old man preventing me from getting things done.â
Tojiâs brow raised with a deep hearty chuckle, âBack to that nickname i see,â His hand grabbing hold of your cheeks and squeezing them together. âGonna have to clean that mouth of yours, teach you how to be a good girl.â
You whimpered lowly, feeling wetness pool between your legs as you looked up through your lashes. Tojiâs eyes trailing to your glossy lips as he inhaled sharply. âDonât worry, this dirty old manâs lips are cleanâ
Pressing his lips roughly to yours, your eyes widening as you gripped the edge of your skirt with a moan. Toji smirked against your lips, his hands hooking beneath your legs as he lifted you up. Your frame so much smaller in comparison to his larger one.
Toji was quick to bring you inside. And you found yourself sitting on the manâs lap, your skirt bunched up at your hips as he hammered up into your wet cunt with brute force. His hands kneading into the flesh of your ass each time you ground your hips onto him.
You let out a loud mewl, his thick cock stretching you out and grazing against your gummy walls as he fucked you deep. Feeling him within your stomach when you cried out. âFushiguro-sanâ ah, so- ngh g-ood.â
âThatâs not my name doll, try again.â he growled deeply, landing his palm onto your ass in a hard slap. And you whimpered tearfully at the sting. âT-tojiââ Another harsh smack burning through your flesh making you let out a cry. âLast chance.â
You moaned loudly, your back arching as Toji slammed into you. âD-daddy, ahh daddy, o-oh fuckkâ,â
Toji hummed in satisfaction, âLook at you, thought i was a dirty old man hmm?â His teeth biting softly at the delicate skin of your neck, his pelvis hitting your red puffy folds relentlessly. âMoaning for me like a little slut, so fucking pretty.â
You let out a shaky cry, âHaahâ F-fushiguro-san,â Your pussy clenched down on his girth, his rough hand making its way around your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look at him. âNot gonna fucking tell you again.â
You mewled, ââM sorryâ nngh,â Your back arching when Toji bullied his cock deeper into you.
âStill waiting doll.â he grunted, eyes dark as his grip on your throat tightened, your moans and whimpers loud as his thighs noisily met your sticky cunt. âD-addyâ ahh- so good,â you cried, feeling his angry tip forcing its way to your cervix, kissing the entrance with each harsh thrust.
âGood fucking girl, youâre getting thereâ he grinned with a groan. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, your pussy gushing messily onto him as loud squelching sounds filled the room. âPussyâs so fucking tightâ better be on the pill cause iâm botta cum in that pretty pussy, shit.â
âAhâ nngh daddy, âm close- gonna cum.â you whimpered, your eyes rolling back and your lips parting in a string of incoherent babbles, Tojiâs thrusts sloppy as he groaned.
âGonna cum on this old manâs dick yeah?â He teased cockily, âHad so much talk for someone whoâs falling apart on my cock.â Toji grunted, âBet ya sat there listening like a lil perv, your hand down your panties hmm?â
You shook your head no with a cry, âUh uh- ahhâ wasnât.â
âSure about that? Sure you didnât sit there and fantasize about me fucking you like a little slut?â His hand reached down to rub at your clit, a loud moan escaping your mouth.
Your breathing sped up as you felt a coil buildup in your stomach. Your body shaking with pure ecstasy. You let out a high pitched scream, the stimulation to your g spot making your head go fuzzy. Vision turning white as you clenched down tightly on Tojiâs cock.
âO-oh fuckâ âm cummingâ ah, cumming daddy.â Tojiâs hand pressed down harder on your throat, the pressure restricting your air flow making you let out a choked mewl. Tears welling in your eyes as his heavy balls smacked against your ass.
âNnghââ The ring of white thickened at his base as you let out whiny cries. Tojiâs hand working small circles on the sensitive bud before he brought his lips to your ear. His voice deep and gruff as he groaned. âFuck doll- squeezing me so tight, come on and scream for me.â He breathed, âmake a mess on my cock.â
Tojiâs mean pace became too much, a tight pull in your stomach as your mouth fell open, legs trembling with loud cries as an unfamiliar feeling washed over you.
It was heavenly, your brain going dumb and your pupils disappearing behind heavy lids as you screamed loudly, head falling back and nails digging into his shoulders as you fell off the edge.
Toji never slowing the movement of his hips, still hammering up into you despite the mess you were making on his thighs. Your pussy spraying streams after streams of clear liquid as you arched your hips, grinding back and forth to ride out your squirting orgasm.
âEven fucking louder than any of my previous fucks.â he laughed, âWonder what the neighbors would say, went from being a whiny little bitch to being the same thing you complained about.â
You let out a whine, Toji flipping you abruptly onto your back, his hand still around your neck as the position allowing him to hit even deeper. âFuck,â he grunted, his words in between each thrust. âgonna fucking breed that pussy so deep.â Letting out a low groan at the last thrust, his lips meeting yours in a sloppy kiss as he bottomed out.
A whimper fell past your lips into his when you felt him fill you up, his cum shooting in hot thick spurts along the walls of your cunt.
He smirked as he pulled away, watching you pant heavily. âWould make such a good breeding bunny.â Dipping his fingers past your lips and resting them on the back of your tongue. âMight have to keep you around, canât be disturbed if youâre the one making the noise now can you?â
You shook your head tiredly, forcing your eyes to stay open as Toji pulled out of you. His sticky cum seeping out of your fluttering pussy slowly. Your brain was still so clouded, blinking in and out of blurry vision.
Toji hid the smile threatening to creep up onto his face, his face neutral as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. âRest if you need to, then leave.â He said nonchalantly, trying to seem like his usual self despite the fact that he had not kicked you out yet. Which was something he never did, let a girl stay any longer than a second after sex.
The man would never admit it, but there was just something about you.
He wanted to make you his pretty little doll.
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Getting double penetrated by Gojo and Geto, taking them both at the same time. Laying on top of Gojo, head pressed to his chest, unable to help the way youâre drooling onto his skin. Geto behind you, cock sat deep inside your snug cunt, alongside Gojoâs.
Pussy overstuffed and making an obscene mess, not able to move, trying to adjust to the stretch of having both of them inside you. Gojo stroking your back and cooing at you, âToo much for you, sweetie?â
Shaking your head quickly against him, panting out, âNoâ hahâ Iâm good.â
Geto lets out an amused huff and leans down to you, murmuring low in your ear, âYou always take it so well donât you?â
His voice sends shivers down your spine, biting your lip to supress the moan you almost let out at his movements and words.
Both of them groan at your reaction, Gojo breathlessly asking, âYou feel that, Suguru?â
âMhm,â Geto cruelly blows on your ear, âYou like when I talk to you?â
Your hips jerk, fucking yourself on the both of them, âPlease.â
Gojo laughs but it comes out wrecked, âSounds like youâre avoiding the question.â
âCanât have that can we?â Geto directs at Gojo.
To which he only smiles back big and evil, âNo, we canât.â
They both begin moving at once, apparently knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Your cunt making lewd slick sounds as they both thrust in and out of you. Feeling so full itâs driving you up a wall, nails digging into Gojoâs chest under you. Breaths coming fast as you struggle to think, incoherent whines being the only thing that leaves you.
Your pussy sucking them both back in, twitching and squirming between the two of them. Using your hips to fuck yourself back onto the both of them as much as you can manage.
Geto pulls himself up, hands gripping your ass cheeks to pull them apart, choking back a moan at the sight of it all. Ruined when he says, âSo messy, creaming all over us.â
âWish I could seeâ hnnâ next time weâre swapping â hah â positions, Suguru.â Gojo rambles out, obviously feeling jealous at being deprived of the whole view, âHow does it feel, hmm?â Gojo asks you, wanting you to tell him how good it feels.
Your response is moaned, âFeels soâ oh! I feel full.â Tears brimmed on your lash line.
âI fuckin bet,â he chuckles out. âLook here, look at me, pretty,â Gojoâs directing your attention to him.
It takes everything in you to look at him, he whines when you do, the look on your face making his hips jerk and stutter, pace ruined for a moment. Youâre all teary eyed and mouth agape, choking on moans that donât stop, it drives Gojo wild.
âOhh thatâs cute,â A hand reaches up and he wipes the spit from the corner of your mouth.
Geto grunts at the pace change, âYou good, Satoru?â
âOh yeah, just admiring the view,â he smirks at you.
The hum Geto lets out is low and thoughtful, his hands pulling at your ass again, âAs much as I love this view, I wanna see how you cry for it, pretty.â Getoâs tone is bright, enjoying the thought of you falling apart for them. His eyes flick to Gojoâs, âThink we might have to swap positions next time after all.â
Then theyâre sharing a cheeky smile with each other before drilling into you again, quicker, doubling their efforts to make you insane. The whimpers theyâre pulling out of you just wonât stop, and Gojoâs holding such intense eye contact itâs making you feel bashful. Leaning into him, you plant your lips on his in a messy kiss.
Your tongue in his mouth before he can think, a loud moan caught in his chest at how insistently you kiss him. From behind, Geto clicks his tongue, hand reaching for your neck to pull you back and off Gojoâs mouth.
âCanât have Satoru keeping all your pretty moans to himself,â he squeezes your neck lightly as a warning.
âMm sorry,â you murmur out.
Gojo bites his lip and smiles at you, âIâm not.â
Geto gives a particularly harsh thrust, one that makes you cry out a moan and your head spin all at once.
The both of them at once just might kill youâŚ
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WATCHING THRU THE MIRROR !
pairing: suguru x reader, toji x reader, satoru x reader, choso x reader, sukuna x reader (all separate)
summary: jjk men and how much they love to fuck you with a mirror around.
content: 3.1k, smut, mirror kink (duh!), spanking, degradation, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, breast play, spitting, public sex (it's in a club bathroom), creampie, dumbification, choking
note: this is filthy but i cba to revise for my history exam so here you guys goooo!
SUGURU GETO
"look at you." suguru coos at your figure in the mirror and your body is littered with dark purple bruises. you feel yourself grow wetter at the sight. his hands roam your body and your eyes are glued to the way his cock thrusts in and out of you. the way it disappears into your heat and how it's so big and thick. "do you like seeing me fuck you?"Â
the sensation has tingles shooting up your spine. your boyfriend's voice is low and husky and it has your pussy clenching around his cock. strands of his dark hair fall into his eyes and he ignores it as he continues to fuck you relentlessly. the mirror in front of you both allows you to see your face and your reactions as he pleasures you.Â
"love seeing you fall apart on my cock." suguru groans. youâre unable to take your eyes off the sight in front of you, staring at the way you look so unfamiliar and itâs so embarrassing that you turn your head to look away. suguruâs hands grab your chin, forcing you to look back at your messy body. ânu uh, donât look away now, weâre about to get to the good part.â
you squirm in his grip, staring at your boyfriend's flushed face as a low growl leaves his throat. you whine at the sight. he fills you up and the room's filled with erotic sounds of his balls slapping on your sweaty skin. the tip of his cock hits a spot inside of you that has your body buckling over and you seeing the stars. everything feels so good and you can't help but feel your release approaching.
"s-suguruâŚ" you moan. âahh! so good, so so good, nghh-â
your stomach tightens and you feel your orgasm wrack through your body, pleasure shooting up your spine. you desperately try to keep your expression straight, not wanting to let suguru know that you had just come. you really should be known better though.
he stops his movements and his eyes harden into a glare. "did you just cum?" you shake your head. "no? really darling? you shouldn't lie to me."
ânot lyinâ promise promise, didnât lie, a-ahh!â
his eyes through the mirror has you shivering and you try to look somewhere else, anywhere else but you can feel him all around you. the truth is practically forced out of you and once it slips past your lips you hear suguru snarl and turn you over onto his lap. he delivers a harsh smack and a red mark begins to bloom. the zing of pain that shoots up within you only has your pussy dripping more.Â
"such a needy whore, want me to fuck this cunt raw don't you? can't even follow simple instructions, do you need to be taught like a fucking baby?" each audible smack is delivered with more intensity than the last and you whimper at the pain. it spreads through your body and you wince when his hand comes into contact with your supple flesh. youâre moaning and writhing in his grasp. there's a steady rhythm to it and you can't help but stick your ass higher, craving his touch. âyou donât even know how to listen nasty whore.â
you whine at the numbness that fills the lower part of your body. suguru gives your ass a squeeze. you try to contain the moan that threatens to slip past your lips but it comes out and it's startling how pornographic you look in the mirror, your lewd expressions that reflect right back at you. you can feel him smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
"gonna teach you a fucking lesson brat."
TOJI FUSHIGURO
ât-tojiii-'' a scream is ripped from your throat as you brace yourself against the sink. your hands grip the hard surface, clinging desperately as you get pounded from behind. âtoji toji toji, hnggh, âs too much, please please pleaseee.â
thereâs tears edging at the corners of your eyes as you feel your pussy constrict around his cock. heâs fucking you like heâs got a point to prove and his thrusts are relentless as he continues to plough into you. each hit makes you keen with pleasure and youâre forced to look at your lewd reflection in the mirror.
âdirty fuckinâ girl.â toji snarls as his hands lift your chin so you stare directly at yourself. his hands slide down to your throat and you gasp as he squeezes it. you feel the air leave your lungs and your head becomes light. âlook at yerself you whore, filthy face, ya only know how to cum around my cock like some desperate slut.â
his insults only fuel your pleasure and you moan as his tip hits your cervix over and over again. his other hand comes to grope your tits and you shriek as he pinches your nipples, twisting them and playing with the sensitive nubs between his fingers. his hands are rough and you feel him caress your whole body.Â
âdo you see this cunt?â his fingers snake down to rub your clit and your eyes flutter open as you watch as he abuses your pussy. his cock plunges in and out, splitting you open so deliciously. âitâs mine, fuckinâ all mine, f-fffuck youâre such a nasty whore.â
youâre dripping wet and you can feel the mess between your legs. tojiâs cock feels so big and thick inside your walls and you can only moan like a bitch in heat as you feel him fuck you senseless. his hands tighten around your throat and it only makes you moan louder, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the foggy mirror all you see is your fucked out face. tojiâs behind you, face flushed as he leans forward to place kisses on your neck. his teeth nip at your skin and his tongue brushes over the bite he leaves. you grind your hips against his, feeling the way his cock seems to expand inside you.Â
âyours yours yours, âm all yours toji, ah! ah! ah!â you squeal as his cock hits that spot that has you convulsing with pleasure. the lewd noises fill the bathroom and you can feel the smirk against your neck as toji increases the pace of his thrusts. âgonna cum, gonna cum gonna cum!!!â
âyeah? go on then pretty girl, look at yerself as you cum on this cock, look at yerself as you get fucked stupid.â
his words push you over the edge and then your pussyâs clenching around his length, squeezing him so so tight that it has toji moaning above you as well. you scream as you feel yourself gush around him, liquid spraying everywhere as you watch your expression shift to one you had never seen before. you feel his fat tip bullying into your cunt and all you can do is moan as he continues to fuck you.Â
âprincess didnât think we were finished did ya?â his tone is mean and condescending and you know that the next few hours would consist of you being bent over every surface imaginable as toji fucks his cum into you. ââm gonna make you watch yerself over and over again until youâre too fucked out to even keep these pretty eyes open.â
SATORU GOJO
youâre pressed up against the floor length mirror, satoruâs behind you, cock plunging in and out of your cunt. the cool sensation on your cheek is a stark contrast to the burning heat thatâs in between your legs. you feel your mind become hazy as you feel satoruâs cock throb inside you.Â
âfuck baby, you look so gorgeous. love looking at your cute face as i fuck you, donât you?â
his tone is mocking and you know heâs purposefully making fun of you. your too fucked out to even talk and all you can manage is a strangled moan as you feel yourself get lost in the pleasure. satoruâs cock is unreal and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits every single spot imaginable inside your body. heâs fucking you with so much fervour that youâre afraid that youâre not going to be able to walk tomorrow.Â
âjusâ watch that filthy face, mouth open, tongue hanging out like some desperate bitch. who knew you were such a slut for cock?â satoru grips your hips like theyâre the only thing keeping him sane as he fucks into your cunt. his dirty words fill your ears and all you can do is moan louder and louder as you listen to his haggard breathing. âtell me, whoâs fucking you good? câmon tell me whoâs making an absolute, fffuckk, mess of this pussy.âÂ
ây-you, youâre the one fucking me âtoru, youâre the only one who can fuck me this good, a-ah! âtoruuu feels so good, wanâ more, please!â
a wicked grin spreads across satoruâs face and you scream when he lifts your leg, hoisting you to a higher position as his cock plunges into your tight hole. you feel him hit impossibly deeper and every thrust is accompanied with a breathy moan as he slams his hips against yours.Â
his hands reach out to grab your face, twisting you to face him as he kisses you. his tongue delves into your mouth and you try to tug him closer to you. satoru swallows the lewd noises you provide him with, every moan, every whimper, every whine. he loves the way you call his name so desperately and he simply adores the way you look pressed up against the mirror, hands splayed pathetically in front of you. he pulls away, a string of salvia connecting the both of you and you watch as his eyes darken.Â
âopen.â and you obey his words, widening your mouth as you feel him spit into it. the feeling was enough to make you go insane. he moans before kissing you once more and it sends the both of you in a passionate frenzy. âgod youâre so greedy, nghh, s-such a needy slut.â
and you canât deny his accusations, not when youâre so erotically pressed up against the mirror for him, watching yourself unravel right in front of yourself. satoruâs lips rest on your neck, sucking harshly as he leaves a fresh trail of red marks. youâre rendered unable to move as he fucks you harder, your gummy walls sucking him in deeper.
âno no no, look at yourself pretty, câmon look at the way you take me so well. canât get enough of you.â your eyes are drawn to the way his cock disappears into you, the prominent bulge in your stomach the centre of your attention. satoruâs hands reach down to press against the outline of his cock and you mewl at his touch. warmth spreads throughout your body and you spasm uncontrollably as each thrust has you jolting. âweâre gonna be here all night and youâre gonna be filled so full with my cum that you wonât need anything else.â
CHOSO KAMO
chosoâs eyes are glued to your reflection above him. heâs staring intently at the mirror on his ceiling as you bounce on his cock over and over again. you giggle at his cute expression, how enraptured he is to watch the both of you in the mirror. his face is flushed and his hair is splayed everywhere on the pillow while you ride him.
âyouâre so pretty baby, do you like looking at me that much?â your voice is light and teasing as your fingers drag up his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath you. âif i had known i wouldâve installed a mirror above our bed much sooner.â
all choso can do is whine as he bucks his hips up desperately. your pussy squeezes his cock so tightly and he gasps, finding himself unable to take his eyes off your figure. you look so beautiful above him and the more he stares the harder he falls in love with you.
ây-y/n, fffuckk, feels so g-good, your pussy feels so good!â his moans are breathy as he struggles to catch his breath. his cock hits every spot inside you so deliciously that it has you whimpering as well. âwanna fuck you forever.â
chosoâs hands grip your waist as he snaps his hips up to yours and you squeal at the sudden movement, not expecting him to suddenly thrust into you. his pace is unrelenting as he continues to pound into your pussy watching as you fall apart on his cock. heâs always been so big and heâs always been able to fill you up so full.
âa-ahh! o-oh my godd, choso love you so much, love you so so - hnghh - much!â you throw your head back, too engrossed in the pleasure and you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. lewd expression and fucked-out eyes greet your gaze. you smile at the sight above you. your boyfriend looks adorable, face blushing red and eyes squeezed shut as he groans and whines. the sight is almost too much to bear.Â
choso reaches forward, grabbing your face close to his for a kiss. you moan as you melt into his body. your hands tangle through his hair and he lets out a whine when you tug at the roots. thereâs tears pricking his eyes as he feels you tug on his dark locks.
âmore, p-please more, need you s-so bad.â his words only fuel you more and you rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to reach both of your highs. his hands wander around your body, caressing every inch of your skin until he finds your tits. his fingers play with your nipples, pinching and twisting them until it has you gasping for more. your cunt clenches around his cock and you can feel every protruding vein as he throbs painfully inside you. âw-wanna cum, please please please, âm so close y/n pleaseee.â
before you know it, youâre flipped over and chosoâs on top of you, roughly ploughing into your pussy in a frenzied haze. his incoherent babbling fills your ears and all you can hear is him begging for his release. you feel your senses dim as his tip bruises your cervix and his cock seems to expand within you. your eyes lock onto the pens looking back to you in the mirror and you donât recognise the girl whose mouth is agape and whoâs moaning like a slut. choso captures your lips in a passionate kiss and heâs grinding his hips onto yours, fucking you dumb.Â
âlook y/n, hah, look at yourself as you c-cum on my cock, wanâ you to see yourself as i fill you with - nghh - my c-cum.â your hands claw at chosoâs back and you see the red marks it leaves as your nails dig into his skin and he hisses at the sensation. the mirror gives you a clear view of yourself and your boyfriend as you release all over him and as he spurts his cum into your pussy. you moan as you hug him closer to you, so you can feel every inch of him. hot thick cum invades your body and you feel your mind blank as you lie beneath choso blissed out.
SUKUNA RYOMEN
ânasty fuckinâ bitch.â sukuna grabs a handful of your ass as he plunges his cock into your pussy. his palm makes contact with the smooth curve and you scream as the pain spreads through your body. âwearing such a slutty outfit, youâre just asking to be fucked dumb arenât you?â
the only response youâre able to give is a strangled moan as you grip the dirty surface in front of you. your tits spill out of the tight dress youâre wearing and you watch as they bounce in the mirror. every harsh thrust sukuna delivers is reciprocated with the recoil your ass provides. his hand makes contact once again and you feel tears roll down your face.
âthink you can break up with me then come to some club in some scraps of fabric you call a dress? guess youâve really gone insane havenât you princess?â his words only make you grow wetter as you whimper in response. the moment you had spotted sukuna in the dark corner of the club you knew he would drag you to the bathroom and fuck your brains out, not that you were complaining. âf-fuck forgot how well this pussy takes my cock, such a greedy girl.â
âhngghh, âkuna-â your words are cut off with a shriek as sukuna lifts you higher. his cock hits you even deeper and youâre falling apart all over again. you watch the mirror in front of you, looking at the way your face is sweaty and the wicked grin thatâs on your ex's face. âso good âkuna, so so good!â
âyeah? missed me dirty girl? did you miss the way this cock fills your slutty pussy?â sukunaâs hands are rough as they grope your breasts, heâs not gentle as he pulls on your nipples harshly. âanswer me slut.â
âm-missed you so much âkuna, s-soo much ahhh!â
sukuna smirks and heâs pounding into your cunt sloppily again. you feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as it lands on the floor. he kneads your soft skin between his hands, tainting you with his touch. âfilthy fucking whore, thatâs all youâre ever gonna be, my fucking cum dump.â
the repetitive slapping of skin fills your ears and your breathy moans mix in to create a lewd concoction. you sob at the overstimulation as you watch yourself get fucked in the mirror. itâs gone foggy yet you can still make out your figure bent over as you get stretched out from behind you. each thrust has you jolting forward and you desperately cling on to the little bit of sanity you have left as sukuna fucks it out of you.Â
âyouâre mine got that? donât ever think about leaving me again, iâll always find you princess because youâre mine, my cute little cocksleeve.â
you canât take it anymore as you feel yourself squeeze his length. youâre so tight and his cock splits you open perfectly. his fat mushroom head invades your insides and you feel yourself craving his cum. you want him to use you so badly and you feel your own morals slip from your grasp. sukuna only continues his dirty praises as he leans forward, whispering them into your ear and his hot breath fans across your face and you mewl at the feeling.
âyours âkuna, only yours, wanna be yours forever please pleaseee!â
when you look up in the mirror you see the shit-eating grin that spreads across sukunaâs face and you feel your stomach tighten at the sight. his cock throbs in your pussy and you feel your whole body light on fire as he fucks into your harder.Â
âthatâs right, youâre mine.â
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--Í[satoru gojo x female! reader]-Í-
â°â⤠word count; 5800
â°â⤠rundown; satoru is everything you want and more, it is time you gave him a little more of you.
â°â⤠caution; virgin! reader (also described as having small breasts), established relationship, corruption kink, cunninglingus, size kink, cum eating, ball sucking (?), handjob, dry humping, fingering.
not proof read!
he is pretty, way too pretty for you to think properly.
"can i suck your dick?" satoru flinches once the words leave your mouth. he is perched on the quaint white sofa in your apartment and maybe you should not have spoken so loosely because his eyes slightly widen as he turns to you.
"sorry! it's just... you haven't tried anything with me." you unsurely speak, avoiding his gaze. satoru is respectful, overly so. you thought inviting him to your place would at least give him a hint without you having to spell it out for him.
sky blue eyes flit over your features before he licks his lips. they are so pink they look doll like. "i don't want to push you." he pauses. "because you're a virgin." while he does not admit it, it undeniably makes him hard.
"i'm not ready for sex but other things." you trail off, "you can do other things with me."
he jaggedly nods, his head feels dizzy after hearing you say he can have his way with you. "i'll do anything you want."
you perk up immediately.
"how do i get it hard?" he follows your gaze as you focus on his crotch. where the grey fabric of his pants are futile in concealing his bulge.
you are too cute. satoru surges forward to press soft wet kisses to the right of your neck before shifting to give the left the same treatment.
your breath picks up at his proximity, you feel the softness of his hair but it is a lot different in this atmosphere.
his large palm cups along your jaw. "you don't have to do anything. i could look at you and my cock gets so hard it hurts. it's worse cause these clothes are so skimpy." his gaze has darkened now, your mouth feels sticky with spit and your stomach turns in an unfamiliar way.
he grips your wrist to bring your hand onto his stiffened erection. "feel that?" he urges your touch along him, it feels hard, long and hot. so hot.
it does not take long before you are caressing him without any assistance, he puffs air into your face. "i didn't make a move cause i didn't want to scare you but i wanted to touch you. whenever you leaned over i saw your titties, i saw how small they are and your puffy nipples. got such cute tits, babe, wanted to suck on them so bad, would you like that?" you mewl at his low voice, his thumb strokes over your bottom lip.
"toru." his expression looks almost pained at how airy you sound, your voice is sexed out already. when you call him like that how is he supposed to stay sane?
he tugs the straps of your vest down, you practically writhe like a cock is in you as your breasts are revealed. you squeeze along his length, your little hand working him despite your lack of experience.
"i want to lick them up, see how much you squirm or if you'd cum from that alone. just from your little tits getting sucked" he paws at your chest, there is barely a handful for him to grope.
he tweaks your nipples, his eyes narrowing and his tongue flicking over his lip. he is so close you can see the sky within his eyes, the thickness of his lashes and the blush along his skin.
"you didn't wear a bra, what about panties? what kind do you wear, ones with little bows, pink, white? what's a virgin like you into? you keep your tight cunt covered in cute ones or do you dress her like a whore?" you moan at the vulgarity, your forehead leaning on his while you lose your bearings.
your pussy is a soaking mess and if you could, you would press your thighs together to relieve the ache that is building up the longer satoru invades your space.
your insides clench and clamp down, they feel like they are begging for something. satoru tugs your hand away from his heady cock and you whine.
"why don't you show me? show me what you have under those slutty shorts." he pinches at your nipple hard enough to make you wince, his teeth flashing as he smiles. he looks so pretty, far too perfect to be real.
your palm slowly strokes your pussy over your shorts, satoru's eyes hold yours before they flit down to look at you touch yourself.
his hands reach for your waist, bunching up in the fabric of your vest. he is so big and strong, his muscles flex and pulse. your fingers prod the waist band, biting your lip as you slip further in.
the soft skin of your pussy meets your fingers and the wetness pooling from your slit drenches them after. it is hot and syrupy. he can see bare skin where your hand keeps the fabric pulled taunt.
"i didn't wear any. cause you'd be here. i thought about you seeing my pussy through my shorts. did you, toru? when i answered the door or when i sat down did you see it?" he groans, rolling his head against yours.
you stroke down your slit, you are wetter than usually. you are so much wetter now than when you are touching yourself to the thought of him.
"you're driving me crazy. yeah i saw it. i saw your little cunt. you need to be careful, i'll start thinking you're telling me to take your pussy when you do things like this." you face contorts, satoru's hand trailing along your sides and his voice sounds like a wet dream come through.
you pump the underside of your fingers along your swollen opening. "i am, toru. it's already yours." your voice is all shaky and you do not sound like yourself at all.
you are all whiny and borderline desperate. you sound like you need to get fucked. you hurriedly tug your hand away to grip his face and press your mouth to his.
the slick from your fingers taints his skin and you hardly know how to kiss but satoru tilts his head to deepen it. he is a good kisser but you knew that already, you have kissed him before but never this exposed, never with this palpable tension.
he hums into your mouth, his hand cupping your throat as his tongue glides over yours. you feel like the saliva pools in your mouth, you suck on his bottom lip then you kiss him harder.
your fingers pull on his hair, your teeth gnashing. it is open mouthed and desperate. the kiss is all wet and sloppy and any time either of you pull back the other chases.
the other pushes forward to keep your mouths connected. wet smacks fill the room, his tongue claims every part of your mouth it already has and when you both lean back your chest is heaving
"fuck, oh fuck." you pant and your fists tangle in his shirt to pull him back in, your lips glide along satoru's, spit swapping and your cunt aching the more you kiss him.
you think you might give him your virginity this very moment.
his thumb strokes your throat, using his grip to draw you closer. your entire body is vibrating, you feel like every neurone in your system is firing off.
you whine, your mouth leaving his with a sticky smacking noise. "i think m'losing it." you breathlessly mutter, satoru drags his finger along your lips, smearing the saliva across the swollen flesh.
"i am too, you shouldn't have let me touch you. i won't be able to stop." you look so innocent, yet your hair is all messed up, your lips are puffy from kissing so aggressively, your cute little boobs are exposed and your pussy is so insanely wet, there is a wet patch through your shorts.
it drives satoru insane, how can you look like sin incarnate and still have innocence all over your face.
"i don't want you to stop." he groans at your admission, you need to stop before he is too far gone. you need to stop before satoru starts thinking about how the inside of your tight virgin pussy will feel. all hot, gooey and sticky. he just knows your leaky little fuck hole would take his shape so well.
he leans in to peck your lips, satoru needs to stop thinking. "m'not letting you suck my cock." you stare at him in disappointment. why are you doing that? satoru has half a mind to stick his cock in one of your holes and you are making it far too difficult not to.
his hands caress your hair, smoothening it down before he cups your face. he wants to bite your pouty lips and never stop kissing them at the same time.
"not today, not gna slip my cock in your tight baby throat and feel all those little muscles gripping me, no cause i want to eat up your pussy instead. i want to taste how sweet you are and stick my tongue in that virgin hole." your fingers paw at his body, feeling his hard stiff muscles beneath them. he tugs off your vest and you lay back as he reaches for the waist band of your shorts.
a deep sound rumbles in his chest when the material peels away from your cunt and he sees it for the first time.
"c'mon didn't you want me to see? spread your legs." and you do, without any fanfare. satoru's large palms coax along the back of your thighs before he cups under your knees to keep you open for his prying eyes. satoru wonders how long you had been thinking about showing him your hot sticky pussy.
he wishes you showed him sooner but he might have lost it since then. your cunt is dripping with slick, it leaks down your hole to your ass. you look all pink inside satoru wants to see it stretched around him, he wants to feel you gripping his cock and milking him dry.
"got such a pretty pussy, i'm lucky, so fucking lucky. my pretty girl is so gorgeous. look at this messy little hole, she's so wet, fuck." the tips of his fingers trail along your slit, collecting your wetness before he rolls your stiff clit. you jolt as he strokes your bundle of nerves. the mewl that escapes you is borderline pornographic.
he leans over to lap at your lips and then he is shoving his tongue in your mouth to roughly kiss you. his entire body is between your legs, he covers you completely. he is so big it makes you ditzy. he is hard and muscular all over.
when he is on you like this, all you can think about is how easily he could fuck you, it is all you want. you want him pounding into your pussy until you are brainless. he is so close he could take you right now if he pleased.
your hands tangle in his hair, trailing down his jaw and neck before you squeeze his broad shoulders. satoru moans into your mouth, propping his arm beside your head to crowd over you more.
your hips stuttering as he rubs your clit harder. you feel his bulge hitting the back of your thigh, hot on your skin beneath his clothes. you want to see it, you want to touch it.
"toru, i want to see you" a growl rumbles in his throat and he licks into your mouth. "take it off, please" you tug at his shirt, he does not want to stop kissing you. his expression is pained as he pulls away, hurriedly yanking off his shirt to reveal his narrow waist and the muscles all over his body.
you giggle when he shoves his pants down and almost falls over. he climbs onto you with an embarrassed smile on his face and blush coating his cheeks. "you laughing at me?" you hum. "cause you're cute and i like you." you brush the long hair away from of his forehead and wrap your legs around his narrow waist to tug him in.
when his covered erection meets your slit you both breathe heavily. "why didn't you take these off?" your finger prods the waistband of his boxers. your eyes are on his, the same ones that look like every sunny sky is held within them.
"i don't trust myself to not fuck you. if i take them off, you won't be a virgin for much longer." you shiver beneath him. that does not sound like a threat, it sounds like the solution to everything.
like something you need to keep breathing. satoru is big, every muscle in his body is defined, you can trace each one with your eyes. his shoulders, his abs, his biceps. you want to see how they flex and bulge when he is losing himself in your cunt. how they will pulse when he is fucking you.
he gropes your breasts, his tongue laving over your nipple before he sucks down on the perked flesh. your legs jerk when he thrusts his hips into yours. your stomach feels tight, you feel like there are too many butterflies within the small space.
your pussy leaks so much liquid it drenches the front of his boxers, it only makes it easier for him to hump away with your pussy. his bulky thighs are warm as they press into the back of yours to hold you open. satoru pants into your skin, you can see the ripple of his back muscles as he fucks his hips.
there are wet smacks of his cock colliding with your cunt, this alone feels so good, you know it would feel a million times better if he was actually fucking you. you want him to have you, you want the real thing. it turns your brain to mush, makes your cunt ache and your tummy tremble.
he is breathless when he kisses you, it is hard and sloppy. almost as hard as his cock grinding against you. it is thick and long, you want to have it in your hand, down your throat, inside you.
you never thought depravity would ruin you like this but it does and it is okay because satoru is the only one you will get like this for.
his hands desperately grip your cheeks and jaw. you moan as he pulls back to slam his hips particularly hard. hard enough to make your body jerk and your back arch.
"i want to eat you out. i need your pussy in my mouth, need to know how you taste." you whine, your nails dig into his nape, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips.
"anything, toru. anything you want." you mewl. the friction on your pussy has your head in a mess, more of a mess than the slick leaking from your untouched hole.
he presses his stuttering hips flush to yours, his hefty length digging into your cunt. "you don't know how much i thought about this, i used to rub my dick raw when i thought about getting my mouth on you. my tongue in you, wanted to smell and taste your pussy so bad."
he slowly kisses down your sternum, hands trailing over the heat his lips leave in their wake. his palms are so wide, just one spans your waist. just one covers the plane of your stomach. his mouth seems to water the closer he gets to your sex.
you tug your legs to your chest, your hands folded and resting over your mouth. you tense when satoru presses his nose into your slick and nudges the flesh. it is embarrassing, even after all you did, it makes you more flustered than you can explain.
"you smell like heaven, baby. fuck don't ever keep this cunt away from me." his tongue flicks out to lave over your buzzing clit and your eyes shut tightly. it is when he reaches your dripping hole does your body stiffen the most.
your toes curl as he licks you greedily, sucking at the sodden flesh. it is like he does not want to stop. he presses further, his tongue flattening over the expanse of your pussy as he licks it entirely.
"fuck, babe. your pussy's too perfect." his eyes flick upwards, they are blown out and predatory. he spreads your lips before wetly spitting a thick glob into you.
he drags it along your slit before plunging a finger inside. it is long and thick, a lot thicker than any of yours. you writhe at the intrusion.
"how am i supposed to fuck such a tight hole? won't be able to take it, i might just rip your cute little cunt apart." his mouth encloses your clit, sucking and licking as he fucks his finger into you. the pace he sets is fast and riveting, it has you moaning like a freaked up slut instead of a virgin.
you brokenly cry when he adds another finger and your insides are stretched more than they are used to. you can hear the soaked soppy noises of your hole being slammed into over and over, his slimy mouth on your clit.
it is so embarrassing. yet it feels so good, getting your insides stroked and having his mouth somewhere you never thought it should be made your entire body buzz.
his mouth wetly separates from your clit with a sticky pop. "you like that? yeah you do, got your pussy dripping all over me." he thrusts his fingers, deep and fast. like he has done it countless times before.
you dumbly nod your head, your insides squeezing his digits and your hips rutting to meet his movements. he pounds into your hole until the creamy liquid is dripping down his wrist and there are tears in your eyes. saliva webs in your mouth while you moan. he slowly pulls his digits out of you.
"you okay?" you hum, sniffling. your eyes trail along his glistening fingers, it is weird to think they were just inside of you. satoru looks at you as he kisses your abdomen, caressing your thigh before his tongue glides along your entrance.
the tip prods your cunt and you whine lowly when the hot slimy muscle finally sinks in, hips tilting at the strange sensation. he groans into your flesh, his jaw dropping to press deeper. the tip of his perfect nose nuzzles against your clit and your eyes flutter constantly.
your lids threaten to shut as his mouth drips saliva onto you and the muscle squirms within your gooey walls. the knot in your stomach pulls tighter and tighter, your thighs tensing at the sight of him bobbing his head between your legs.
your shaky fingers find purchase in fluffy white locks. the feeling of his tongue being pumped into you makes your mind go blank, it makes your mouth water and your insides tighten.
squelching sounds fill the room as he eats your cunt up. his tongue going so deep your vision blurs.
"toru, toru, toru." you did not realise you were moaning. blue eyes flick up to look at you, you who is so lost in pleasure your head is leaned back and your chest is heaving.
satoru thinks if he had to choose the happiness moment in his life it would be here, with you. you were intoxicating enough but having you like this meant he could never be without you.
your slick in his mouth drives him insane, he wants it on his tongue always, he could die happy if your pussy is the last thing he has. he sucks up your drenched hole before moving to your clit.
he laps at the mound, fingers filling your hole to replace his tongue. the faster he shoves into you the more you tremble, the more your body jolts and the tighter you grip his hair. they reach for his shoulders instead, nails digging into his flesh and it makes satoru think about you clawing his skin when his cock is buried balls deep in you.
your voice is all high pitched and whiny, your head writhes against the couch, hips bucking into his face. he does not give you a break, despite your moans being broken and shaky.
no, he slams his fingers into your creamy pussy, feeling your walls pulsing around him as he quickly thrusts into you.
your liquid splatters with the pace of his movements, his mouth alternating between sucking your clit and licking it up. your voice is all honey dew and dreamy when you cream.
satoru groans at the taste of your cum, still fingering your innocent hole as he laps at the evidence of your orgasm. your thighs tremble and you roll your hips into his face, breathless with the weight of your high.
satoru's jaw is covered with slick when he moves over you, his other hand still gently caressing between your folds after slipping out of your sensitive slit. "why do you know how to do that?" you mumble.
"i had to know just so i could do it with you." he flashes you the prettiest smile. you trace his jawline, your blurred eyes trailing over his messy hair, his lengthy lashes, his gorgeous eyes and the slope of his nose.
the pinkness of his lips is more swollen than usual and cum drips down his jaw. even so he lacked imperfections.
satoru pecks your cheek "you were so good, such a perfect girl." he presses his body flush onto yours, both of his arms hugging your figure.
your smile is flustered with his weight on you, you keep him as close as possible. you are overwhelmed in a good way.
you think you would do this countless times so long as it is with satoru. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and sighs softly.
"i don't think i could be without you." truly, he thinks it might break him. you press a kiss to his hair, your hand stroking down the toned bulked up expanse of his back.
"you'll always have me, toru." the sound that escapes him is something like a whine as he leans in to peck your lips.
"we should clean up." you slowly let go when he sits himself up. satoru's arm is resting along the back of the couch, one leg folded while the other rests on the tiled floor.
his dexterous hand adjusts his cock through his boxers. the thickness looks like it is struggling with the constricting fabric. your body feels lighter, the mess between your legs is a bit uncomfortable but you tug them to your chest and look at the male before you.
he is way too big, it makes you all tingly inside. like he could hurt you if he wanted to but he does not. like if he held you, his arms would be the most impenetrable fortress.Â
"what do you want to do after?" he leans his head back, his eyes turn to you and his adam's apple bobs. he is looking at you but you are staring at his evident erection.
the thin material of his boxers does nothing to hide the girth of his aching cock nor does it conceal the wet patch from his pre cum.
"so shameless." he slyly smiles, he reaches to nudge your chin but his resolve falters when your gaze flits between his crotch and his eyes and your cute little tongue trails along the seam of your kiss swollen lips.
he hopes you do not say what he knows you will because satoru cannot resist you. not a single ounce of him has the strength to refuse you.
"toru, i can take care of you too." his smile slowly drops and his mouth dries. his eyes go dark and he tilts his head.
"yeah?" he sees your little hands bunch into fists before you perch yourself on your knees and you lean closer to him.
satoru wants you this close forever, to always see, touch and have no matter what. your hair frame your face and your lips pouts with your words.
"if you want to use my mouth or anything else, you can." you are temptation. you are temptation in the form of an angel.
satoru swallows hard, he shifts closer to you, hands cupping either side of your head. he kisses your forehead before nuzzling your nose with his.
"today isn't about me, we'll do it another time." your eyes flit over his features, leaning in to peck his plush pink lips. you grips his wrists, stroking them.
"but i want to do it now, i really want to see it." satoru breathes heavily. he feels like there is no air in his lungs.
"okay." it comes out soft, you are too good for him. "i just need you to put something on if i'm taking my boxers off."
his large palm trails down your bare chest "you're too pretty, you're everything i want and i don't trust myself to not take you." you slowly nod before holding his hand. satoru follows you without a question, he would follow you to ends of the earth without any hesitation.
your bedroom is pink where your apartment is white everywhere else, it is like you were hiding all the colour in here. it is his first time in your bedroom despite the countless times you slept over in his.
you have plushies all over your bed, the sheets are pink, your fluffy pillows are pink, your closet is wide open and all that meets the eye is pink. your laptop, headset, desk. it is all pink.
you leave him beside your bed and he sits at the edge with an increasingly painful erection making his boxers tight.
his eyes trail over your room and he has to adjust his cock again. this should not be a turn on.
yet something about you, a pretty little thing like you touching yourself in such an adorable room, getting fucked by him in here.
the thought of him pressing your face into these pink sheets and rawing your cunt with reckless abandon. it makes him lose his mind.
he winces as he tugs his swollen cock. when you come back into his view, pink lacy panties are covering your pussy and the matching bra that conceals your tits makes satoru groan.
you draw closer to him and his large palms caress your hips. "now i know you wear cute panties." he jokingly says but there is a desperate undertone in his voice.
when you kneel down, satoru thinks he might be too turned on to think. he wants to keep you to himself.
your hand strokes along his happy trail before teasing the waistband framing his deep v line. he gently grasps your wrist, preventing you from going further.
"we'll leave the blow job for another day, okay? you can use your hand, i'll tell you what to do." you nod yet your eyes look all hungry. his abs tense, staring at your face as he tucks his thumbs into his boxers and tugs them down his thighs.
finally having his aching cock unrestricted has him grunting. your expression is so flustered yet you are pressing your legs together to dull that burning desire at the sight of him.
he grits his teeth, you are staring at it, from the pinkness of his swollen tip, to the dip where his head meets his shaft. the hefty girth with veins trailing down it, there is one particularly prominent one along the underside.
satoru wants to make you feel every inch of it inside, he wants to make you take his shape. maybe he is thinking too deeply, he jolts when your mouth surrounds the side of his ballsack and your little tongue is laved along it repeatedly. "don't- ohmfuck. okay, okay." he pants, fingers curling into his palms.
you need to stop before satoru shoves his entire cock down your throat without any care that you are gagging and choking on it. the gasp that leaves him is way too shaky. his tip goes past your face, it is over the crown of your head, it is too big for you. he is too big for you but he cannot not touch you.
he needs you like he needs air. he hums softly, he should stop you. he really should but he cannot when you are sucking at his balls. your little hands resting on his upper thighs and your mouth is draining him of any self preservation.
"you like it?" there is a sticky noise as your mouth pulls back, so much saliva on his skin. it is even webbed in your mouth.
"mm, you're so big toru." hearing those words in your soft voice makes his cock ache. he should not, he really should not but he needs to see it.
"keep that pretty baby mouth closed." he cups the back of your head, gripping his cock and squeezing it tightly before he presses it into your cheek. he curses, burning it into memory as he rubs his mushroom tip along your lips. his pre cum looks better than any lipgloss you own.
his fingers tangle in your hair to make you look up at him. having pretty little you, kneeling in nothing but laced panties chips away at satoru's restraint.
"want you to wrap your hand around it, can you do that for me?" you hum, when he lets go your fingers take his place. right around his base, your hand is so much smaller and so much softer. your fingers do not even reach around the perimeter of his cock.
his breaths are all laboured and hard, "don't put it in your mouth, just lick the head." his thumb strokes your cheek and you lean closer. your squirming slimy tongue trails over the slit and satoru throbs against the muscle.
"fuck, baby, you're so good at listening." he grips your hand to guide you up and down his length. "squeeze it a bit and move your hand like this." pre cum dribbles and he lets you do it on your own. it is jerky and unsure but somehow your hand feels so much better than his. he leans back on his arms, his hips moving slightly, his chest heaving and his dick begging for release.
"am i doing okay?" you mumble, begging for praise, feeling the ridges of his cock along your fingers while you slowly stroke up over his thick head and down his shaft.
the liquid seeping from his tip glides down along the sides and collects on your fingers, making it easier to jerk him off.
"more than okay, pretty girl. you're perfect." satoru's hand tangles in your pink sheets, the other reaching to tuck your hair behind your ear.
"faster?" you tilt your head, you are like a puppy. the cutest one ever.
"if you want." he grunts, when your hand starts pumping at his cock more, his eyes roll back. the muscles along his thighs flexing, all over his body in fact. he cannot help but fuck his hips upwards to meet your movements.
he is leaking incessantly, it coats your hand and it sounds all sticky and wet when you rub his cock. satoru curses, he feels like a virgin, maybe it was you, maybe it was your hand on him but it made his stomach all tight and his cock throb with no control.
you stroke at his base with a vigorous pace, your other hand surrounding his upper shaft and moving much slower. he jerks, teeth gritting when your tongue laves over the pinkness of his head before you take it in your mouth. it is so warm and wet, it makes him lose his mind.
your lips rest right before his shaft and the second you suck, satoru tightly grips the sheets, his head hanging and his jaw dropped to moan erotically.
"baby, baby what are you doing to me?" his unsteady palm caresses the crown of your head, petting you like the sight of his cock in your mouth does not tear him to bits. like it has not thrown him over the edge.
he wonders if you can feel him pulsing against your tongue. he wants to know what deeper in your little mouth would feel like wrapped around him.
"you're so fucking good, holy shit. never felt this good before." he groans and your eyes meet his, your wide innocent looking eyes despite how he has tainted you already. you look too pure for what you are doing.
"fuck m'gna cum. gna cum, take your mouth off baby." his hips stutter, muscles jumping. his toes curl into the fluffy mat beneath you both. you are still licking and wetly slurping around his head while you stroke his cock. the heated muscle of your tongue laving at his slit.
satoru's never came this quick before. his lids keep fluttering, he cannot stop groaning. his mind is too occupied with the thought of cumming in your mouth to stop you though he knows he should.
you keep touching and satoru has lost it already. he does not realise he is cumming in your little mouth until your hands have slowed down and you are teary eyed with milky liquid dripping down your jaw.
he curses. satoru is so sensitive and you are swallowing, why do you keep swallowing?
"baby, don't swallow. fuck, you don't have to." your hands shift to rest on his thighs, your brows furrowed and your little throat still bobbing.
you lean back and strands of cum are webbed in your mouth, still connected to his softening member. it drips onto the rug beneath you.
you sniffle, swallowing hard while you gaze up at him. your eyes are all glossy and pretty.
"i didn't think it would be that much." you are on your knees, right in front of him with your belly full of his cum, looking like the sweetest girl in the whole world.
you are his, you are all his. you have to be.
he cups either side of your face, leaning down to kiss you hard. he tilts his head, his tongue gliding over yours and the taste of his cum heavy in your mouth.
he reaches under your arms to lift you into his lap, nose nuzzling yours while he hugs you close. you are so much smaller you tuck right in along his large frame.
"i like you too much." he breathes into your shared air.
satoru cannot get enough of you.
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đđ synopsis. tired of the continuous bullying youâre receiving from the other concubines, you finally decide to stand up for yourself. the tension dulls when lord sukuna breaks the fight up.
tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!reader. sfw - angst kinda, little suggestive. mentions of bullying. violence. fighting. vile language. reader gets referred to as a âbitch, slut, whoreâ by the concubines. reader gets referred to as âbrat, womanâ by sukuna. not beta read bcs im sleepy. @ohimsummer, thank you for the idea LOL
youâre tired. tired of being treated like less by the others in sukunaâs harem. theyâre saltyâjealousâbecause of the shameless favoritism sukuna shows. youâre his favorite, the one he canât seem to get enough of.
thatâs exactly why youâre on the floor right now. youâve fallen to your knees after tripping over a concubineâs foot. you were passing by to go to your headquarters, though apparently such a mundane thing canât happen in this place without some woman interfering in the worst way possible.
âoops,â the blonde one laughs as she sees you on the wooden floor. youâre covered in food and some. . . gooey beverage. you donât know what it is, but itâs making everything feel uncomfortably sticky. your clothes, your fingers, your skin. itâs starting to itch.
âshouldâve looked where you were going,â another girl chimes in. the brunette. she feigns pity and throws a handkerchief in your face, causing the other concubines to giggle. there are three of them in total. they always stick together to bully you.
the one with green eyes speaks up as well, ânow now, donât be so harsh to the poor slut! sheâs got no brain to use after all.â
the other two laugh as you try your best to stay calm. youâre always telling yourself to be the bigger person in difficult situations. youâre clenching your hands into fists, your body basically trembling in anger. you want to swing. to show them that youâre worthy of respect.
âaww, sheâs gonna cry,â the blonde one poutsâa mocking pout that gets on your nerves. the laughs sounding from the trio are like nails on a chalkboard. you want to make it stop. youâre tired of keeping it civil, when they have never tried doing the same.
your eyes land on the serving tray next to your hands. the one they emptied on your head âby accidentâ. you take a deep breath and try to remind yourself that itâs probably best to go wash up. they desperately want a reaction out of you and you refuse to give it to them.
despite it all, youâre mad. youâve gone through enough of this. all because of sukunaâs favoritsm. all because youâre you.
theyâre salty that they can never be you. youâve seen their pathetic attempts to put you down yet simultaneously try and copy your entire existence. thinking that would somehow get them in your position as sukunaâs favorite.
youâre sick and tired of it. todayâs the day you show them exactly that. youâre going to show those women that you can and will beat some sense into them.
âoy, dumb slut, answââ the blonde is interupted before she could finish her sentence. a loud bang reverberates through the hallway and everyone falls silent.
sheâs the one on the floor now instead of you. youâre up, the wooden tray in your hands, the one you just used to smack the life out of her. sheâs whimpering and holding her red cheek. a nasty bruise is sure to form on her skin; deserved.
âiâll answer you, alright,â you mumble under your breath. youâre panting as the adrenaline keeps pumping. you stand over her and lift up the serving platter in the air once moreâbringing it down over and over against her head, which sheâs trying to shield with her hands.
the other two concubines are frozen in pure shock. youâre not thinking anymore. youâre on autopilot. the womanâs yelps and screeches are music to your ears. âhah. you sound as ugly as you look,â you spit on her, watching the blood trickle down the corner of her mouth. you lift your arms up to bring the wooden platter down on her body again, but youâre stopped.
the green eyed concubine had moved first. she grabs your wrists with one hand and smacks you across the face with the other. âhave you lost your mind?!â she yells and raises her hand to slap you again. the disrespect youâre showing clearly was not expected nor is it welcomed.
âdonât you fucking touch me,â you kiss your teeth. youâre glaring at her with pure hatred. you push and slap her right back. youâre sure the blonde wonât be up for a while now���sheâs done for.
you donât know if you went a bit overboard with it, considering sheâs barely conscious anymore, but you couldnât care less at the moment.
youâre surprised when the third concubine yanks your hair. âoh, you little bitch!â the brunette grabs a bunch of your hair with both hands and tugs at it to drag you down on the floor. you wince in pain but quickly pull at her own brown locks. you struggle to keep your balance and your scalp aches.
you hate it when women go for your hair when fighting, though luckily you know your way out of it. you take a deep breath and bring her head down, lifting your left leg up at the same time. her forehead comes crashing down on your knee and she loosens her grip on your hair.
âdisgusting,â you huff and take the opportunity to push her fragile body aside, making her trip over the blonde girl on the floor. you canât help but think that your current state is quite similar to a certain someone.
the violence. the seething anger. youâve seen this scene way too many times before. youâve learnt it from him.
your thoughts are interrupted by someone pulling the back of your hair, causing you to stumble backwards. âa whore like you needs to be taught some manners,â the green eyed concubine sniffs and keeps a tight grip on your hair. she delivers a few punches to your face, which you actually struggle to block for a second.
the force hitting your nose makes it bleed. that only angers you further. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting it out right in the girlâs eyes. you take your chance and grab her hair, smashing her head against the nearby fusuma. the thin plaster the sliding doors are made out of breaks, and she falls right through into the other room.
âi think you all need to be taught how to act,â you pant and wipe the blood dripping down your chin with the back of your hand. you walk through the opening you made in the frail door, kicking the concubine right in the face as revenge for the nosebleed she gave you.
you crouch down, your fingers tangling into her hair. you yank her head up and stare her right in the eyes. thereâs an eerie, dark look in yours. âwhy canât you just accept that youâre nothing but trash in your lordâs eyes?â you sneer. you are pitying them instead of the other way around, like how it usually would be.
and they despise it.
âyou fuckingââ âbitch? slut? whore?â you finish her sentence for her with an exasperated sigh. youâve heard those insults a thousand times before. itâs nothing new. itâs always the same nasty and repetitive comments. you slap the concubine in front of you again for good measure before standing up, âyou should come up with something new. itâs getting boring.â
you walk over to the other two, who are still recovering. you add to your last comment with a shrug, trying to hit them where it hurts, âyour repetitiveness explains why lord sukuna rarely calls for you at night. i bet your severe lack of creativity shows even in bed.â
âyouâre just a boring and hopeless bunch,â youâre out for blood. the blonde and brunette are looking up at you with fear and the sight excites you for some reason. theyâre crawling away, trying to go find someone who would save them. the servants are nowhere to be found. nor is uraume, who usually stops the petty arguments.
theyâre terrified by how youâre acting right now. theyâre clearly seeing sukuna in you. in your eyes and the aura youâre emitting.
youâre mirroring him, his merciless personality and all included. heâs subconsciously taking over your mind and itâs terrifying them.
your steps are heavy as you walk towards the concubines. you donât pay attention to the blood trickling down your chin, nor do you care about the ache in your scalp from the earlier hair pulling. all you care about is getting revenge for yourself.
you could complain to sukuna and have him punish them in your place, but that wouldnât be enough. youâre going to make sure that they donât try you again any time soon. you grab the blonde by her arm, lifting your fist to punch herâ
âoi, brat.â
your eyes widen and you snap out of your mad daze. sukunaâs voice shakes the floors with how loud it is. you whip your head to the side and see his tall figure standing at the end of the hallwayâuraume being right behind him. it looks like they were the one that rushed to inform sukuna of the ruckus.
you drop the other concubine and look at the mess. the broken fusuma. the blood splatter on the wooden flooring. your disheveled hair and clothes. your bleeding nose. the crimson stained plate and spilt food that got everywhere.
itâs a complete mess.
sukuna doesnât utter a word. he just glares right at you. youâre not sure if itâs because of your irresponsible behaviour or the mess you created. or both. he marches over to you and grabs you by the back of your collar with one big hand.
âm-my lord,â you whimper, nearly choking as youâre held up in the air like you weigh nothing, like one would do to a catâs nape. one of sukunaâs hands keeps you up whilst the others hang limply by his side. his red eyes scan your body, moving up and then back down.
you donât know what to say. you surely have overstepped a boundary - or multiple - with what youâve done today. youâve disturbed the peace in the estate and have caused damage to sukunaâs property. both to his women and the interior of his palace.
you cough up a bit of blood that was stuck in the back of your throat. youâre uncertain of how you should explain yourself. âiâm sorry, my lord. i didnât know what came over me,â you apologise and look down at the floor below your feet. youâre too embarrassed to look the king of curses in the eyes.
sukuna stays silent. itâs nerve wracking since you have no idea what heâll do in response to your outburst. his facial expression is blank, so you arenât able to guess whatâs going on in his head. itâs a complete mystery.
however, the tall man is secretly more amused than anything. what youâve just done, is one of the most interesting things he has seen a human do. sukuna witnessed everything from the beginning to the end and thoroughly enjoyed it. from the way you used that serving plate as a weapon to the way you managed to get out of those concubinesâ grasps each time.
itâs strange to sukuna; he felt something when he saw you in action like that.
pride? perhaps thatâs it. sukuna canât pinpoint the exact emotion, though if he were to describe it, the closest word would be indeed pride. he is proud to have discovered and witnessed that untamed side of yours. youâre always full of pleasant surprises that keep even a dangerous curse like him on his toes.
itâs why he will never get bored of you. he wishes to unleash your full potential one day.
sukuna finally breaks the silence with an amused snicker. one of his hands move to wipe the blood from your nose. you cringe when he slowly licks the red liquid from his fingers afterwardsâclearly ravishing the metallic taste.
âyâ finally did something, huh?â sukuna grins wickedly. he knows of the harassment youâve been going through and he couldnât wait to see you snap like this one day.
itâs sickening that he allows the bullying to continue just for the sake of creating drama, but itâs also worth it to him, since heâs got to unlock a side of you he knew you had buried deep inside. sukuna is a selfish bastard. you know that much, yet you like it when he looks at you with a prideful gaze and grin.
itâs so obvious that sukuna took pleasure in what heâs witnessed. he couldnât believe how much you actually resembled him in a way.
if he were to be honest: it turned him on like crazy. seeing how you fought back against those women and how nearly deranged you became. the degrading words you spewed. . . sukuna cannot get enough of it. if it were up to him, heâd have let you continue. but for your own sake, he decided against it.
as much as he loves that untamed side of yours, sukuna knew that he couldnât let you go too far. not because he wants to defend those other women, but because he still needs you to stay sane. going down that path of violence surely will do you more damage than good.
heâll fully corrupt you - your body and mind - one day. just not today.
sukuna lets you back on your feet after you nearly fail to breathe. he cocks his head to the side, still having a menacing smirk on his face. he roughly pinches your cheek, âit was entertaining, iâll give you that, woman.â
you wince as sukuna pinches the exact cheek you had a bruise on. heâs never done so before, therefore you donât have a clue about the meaning behind that gesture. though the compliment told you that he was pleased by the ruckus more than he was annoyed by it.
sukuna still hasnât bat an eye to the other concubines. they are waiting for their lord to punish you for hurting them, but it all seems to be in vain. they know better than to speak up about that to him. theyâre easily replaceable. they know that by now. itâs as clear as day.
youâve drilled that into their head today.
the king of curses pushes your small body towards uraume and you nearly bump against their chest with how easily he moved you around. uraume catches you in time and helps you stand straight, awaiting their masterâs orders.
sukuna checks you out one more time in that disheveled state, before you go back to your formal and reserved self. his interest in you has been piqued by todayâs events and he wonders when he can experience that side of yours again. he nods at uraume, âmake sure sheâs properly taken care of.â
uraume doesnât waste a single second after being given an order. âunderstood,â they reply curtly and keep you steady so you could walk with them towards the physicianâs quarters.
you look up at sukuna, trying to catch a glimpse of him before youâre taken away. heâs staring right back at you, the corners of his lips twitching into another subtle grin. heâs surprisingly pleased and content with your actions.
however itâs also not so surprising, considering that he loves it when you show any hint of resistance or stubbornness. whether itâd be to him or to his concubines.
sukunaâs facial expression turns cold the moment youâre gone and heâs left with the mess. âshe took the words right out of my mouth,â he stares down at the three women on the floor whoâre still unable to stand. heâs not helping them upâthatâs their own problem, âyâre a pathetic bunch.â
the concubines flinch as they hear the inevitable from their own lord. hearing it from you was frustrating, but hearing it directly from the man thatâs taken them in is heartbreaking. they donât dare look up at him in such pitiful states.
âall three of you,â sukuna addresses them sharply. his arms cross over his chest, a ruthless tone to his voice. the concubines tremble in his presence, though itâs partially still because of the fear youâve implemented in their systems.
he wouldâve killed them off right then and there, though youâve done enough damage to them both physically and mentally for now.
sukuna however, still couldnât care less about their wellbeing. their wounds and bruises are something theyâll need to fix on their own.
he points at the floor and broken door with his head before turning around to leave the miserable trio. sukuna leaves them with an order thatâs usually left to the servants;
âclean up the damn mess you caused. it better be taken care of before i return. ând i donât wanna hear a single squeak from any of you about this.â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#jjk x y/n#sukuna x y/n#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk angst#sukuna angst#bye this is also a crack fic to me
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Bf!Sukuna who sometimes calls you 'girlfriend' â and not in a flamboyant way
"Girlfriend, c'mere."
"What do you want, girlfriend?"
"Sure, girlfriend."
Bf!Sukuna who loves having your lips on his; he'll just randomly come up to you and slot his lips against yours without a word
Bf!Sukuna who walks around the house shirtless, and teases you by saying, "You should try it out," only to get a pillow thrown at his head
Bf!Sukuna who would pause his video game just for you
Bf!Sukuna who is actually super clingy, and cannot function without having you in a foot radius â but will never admit it
"I'm going to go get groceries now."
"I'll come with you," he said, immediately standing up from the couch.
"I thought you hated errands."
Sukuna shrugged, "'m bored."
Bf!Sukuna who spits in your food when you're not looking
Bf!Sukuna who, when he can't sleep, will just stare at you â a few times, you've woken up to his creepy crimson eyes staring back at you, and you socked him in the jaw
Bf!Sukuna who claims to hate your music, but whenever you two are in the car, he'll always let you handle the aux
Bf!Sukuna who purposely forgets to do your laundry so he can see you be forced to wear his clothes instead
Bf!Sukuna who is the king of keeping eye contact
Bf!Sukuna who'll hover around while you do your makeup and just ask random questions
"What does that do?"
"Why the fuck is it shaped like that?"
"It's almost as big as my dick."
Bf!Sukuna who steals your things and raises them above his head where you can't reach just to mess with you
Bf!Sukuna who never gets cold, and while that may seem like a good thing in the winter because you have a personal heat generator, it is the absolute worst during the summer â you have to ban cuddling because Sukuna is just too damn warm
Bf!Sukuna who doesn't help you bring in groceries, even if your hands are full
Bf!Sukuna who ignores you for the rest of the day if you forget to give him a good morning kiss, or good morning text (if you guys are temporarily apart)
Bf!Sukuna who is good at everything he touches
â a/n: kinda irrelevant if you ask me, but I just had to include this
Bf!Sukuna who pretends to forget if you guys have planned a date together
Bf!Sukuna who gets a hard-on when he sees your angry face; he loves having you pull on his ear and drag him away to a secluded area to hear you yell at him â he thinks you sound so sexy and look so hot
Bf!Sukuna who isn't above doing extreme pda when he sees someone staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who whines about going to work, claiming it's boring, but in reality: he just doesn't want to leave you â or vice versa: he doesn't want you to leave for work
Bf!Sukuna who swears up and down he doesn't want kids and hates children, but when he sees you taking care of his little brother Yuuji, he finds himself doing a mental 180°
Bf!Sukuna who goes into a trance staring at your ass
Bf!Sukuna who has no purpose for an Instagram account: you forced him to make one â he never posts on there, but when does, it's only pictures of you and occasionally him and you
Bf!Sukuna who has a drum set in your guys' shared apartment, but refuses to play it for anyone but you, and even then, he only plays to annoy you or wake you up from your nap
Bf!Sukuna who permanently quit smoking when he saw you plugging your nose near him
Bf!Sukuna who enjoys chasing you around the apartment, sometimes with a knife in hand just to make you extra scared
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#sukuna x reader#ryomen x reader#sukuna x you#jjk x reader#jjk x you#sukuna fluff#sukuna headcanons#em writes ËËË
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18+ hoes
I love nervous Eddie. Youâre on top of him fooling around, bodies grinding together as his tongue dances with yours. An unexpected rendezvous with your weed dealer.
Little whimpers escape his pretty lips as you press your body against his even tighter. You can feel his cock hard beneath you making you smile before pulling away from his kiss. His cheeks are flushed a bright red, his mouth parted slightly as he struggles to catch his breath.
The fact that heâs an entire mess from a make out session and some dry humping makes you even more turned on. Every part of you aching to pull every desperate noise you can from him. You lock eyes with him as you begin inching backwards on the bed, your lips now moving down across his tatted chest.
His big brown eyes widen as you reach the top of his green plaid boxers peeking out beneath his dark jeans. âMay I?â you smirk up at him running your finger along the elastic, trying to keep your composure as you see the full outline of his thick cock begging to be freed.
âY-yes. Fuck yes. Please.â Eddie breathes, leaning up to rest on his elbows, gaining a better view as you slowly work to get his jeans off.
His cock springs free, slapping hard against his toned stomach. Fuck, heâs big. You smile up at him watching him intently as you wrap your fingers around his dick, pulling it closer to your lips.
His dark eyes flick between your face and your hand as you begin slowly stroking him. Every little noise slipping past his lips is like music to your ears. You hold out your palm, spitting onto it before taking him back in your hand.
The saliva creates a filthy noise as you jerk his cock faster and faster, twisting your hand as you work him effortlessly. âOhh fuck.â Eddie murmurs, his eyelids fluttering, already losing control before your mouth has even touched him.
You knew he wouldnât last long. You could tell by the way his stomach was tightening with every movement. His chest rising and falling quicker each time.
You take your tongue, delicately licking his tip, the taste of him making your pussy throb. A pathetic noise comes from Eddie as you wrap your lips around the head of his thick cock, sucking softly.
âIâm- fucking hell..â Eddie trails off, his head falling back against his pillow. You loved how needy he was. How desperate he looked. You felt like you could hear inside his brain. âDonât cum yet. Donât cum yet.â It only made you want to make him cum faster.
You swirl your tongue around his cock as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. âOh my god. F-fuck. More. Please fuck.â Eddie begs you, his tone a mixture of desperation and pure lust.
You grip his thighs, your nails digging into his soft skin as you take him all the way into your throat. Gagging and choking as your eyes fill with tears, giving him everything you have with no hesitation.
âJesus fuck. Feels so fucking good. Mâ not gonna last. Not gonna-â his mumbling is replaced with a strangled moan just as his hands meet the top of your head holding you in place as you feel his dick twitching.
You peek up at him watching his plump lips fall open with a gasp as his cum coats the back of your throat. His back arches slightly off the bed as you swallow every bit of his seed. When youâre sure heâs done, you suck all the way back to the tip, taking your time, purposefully making him whimper as you tease his sensitive head.
You canât help but wonder how pathetic heâd be if you actually fucked him. And you couldnât wait to find out.
*I havenât written anything in months so Iâm sorry if this sucks but ily and Iâm trying to get my brain working đ
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fast forward - pjs
pairing. jay x fem!reader
synopsis. After yet another romantic disappointment in the form of one Jake Sim, you go to the well youâve always believed to grant wishes and ask for your one and true love to appear. That night, you go to sleep in your bed but wake up in a strange house. When you head downstairs, you find a man washing the dishes and telling you your favorite meal is waiting on the table for you. Youâve spent hours glaring at the back of that head, you could recognize it anywhereâit belongs to none other than Park Jongseong, your high school sworn enemy... and future husband, or so it seems.
genre+warnings. high school au, the type of e2l where they never really hated each other to begin with, they act like they're academic rivals even though they're not particularly academically gifted, jay has a thing about german the language, sunoo and kazuha besties, heeseung is a loser, jake and sunghoon are assholes sorry, ive liz is german, 02z get into a white-boy locker-room fight, attempts at banter etc, they're a little bit silly
word count. 26.6k
a/n. had the idea for this listening to fast forward by somi LAST SUMMER... and only wrote it this summer and only posting it now <3 i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it !!!!! jay is an absolute cutie here pls love him as much as i do.... as always let me know what u think and remember to vote for @zreamy president in the upcoming elections, shes the only one i trust to beta-read and hence to run a country <3 no it doesnt matter that shes scottish put this woman in the white house
There is only one thorn on the otherwise immaculate rose that is your life.
Every morning, you wake up feeling refreshed from eight hours of restful sleep. You go downstairs to the kitchen, a boiling cup of milky Earl Grey tea already waiting for you, and eat breakfast with your brother Jinwoo and father. Your mom dashes in, placing a kiss on your and Jinwooâs foreheads, and on your dadâs lips, saying sheâs late for work but will see you in the evening. âHave fun at school,â she bids every morning without fail. Your dad teaches Korean Literature at your school, so the three of you drive there together. He watches amusedly as you and Jinwoo bicker light-heartedly on the way thereâeven in the pits of his puberty, you and your brother get along like two peas in a pod. He still tells you about everything he learns at school and fills you in on the drama in his class, up-to-date with everything even though he pretends not to be interested.
Youâre always one of the first to arrive at school, so you scroll through your feed or finish up some homework as you wait for your classmates to file in. Your friends circle your table and you chat about the last episode of the show youâve been watching until the bell rings and they leave you for their assigned seat.
Class starts with your teacher handing out the math tests you took last week. âJay and Y/N, great job, keep it up,â he says as he walks past you and the boy in front of you, and hands you your paper. Relief floods your body as you take in the bright red 82 in the top right-hand cornerânot the best of the class, but enough for you to be satisfied.Â
Good friends, good gradesânothing extraordinary, but itâs a life you dare say any high school senior would want.
Thereâs just that one thing. The thorn in your side that wonât stop poking.
You glare at it as it whips around in its seat and takes a peek at the grade on your paper before you get to snatch it away from view. It only gives you three seconds to rejoice over your grade.Â
âAw, Y/N. Good effort! Maybe youâll do better next time!â Jongseong coos, holding up his test for you to see and glare even harder at. 85. Not that big of a difference, but it makes you want to punch the faux sympathetic pout off of his face.Â
Youâre about to spit something just as petty back at him, but someone whispers your name, and you turn your head in their direction. Beside you, Jake is smiling at you as he asks what grade you got. Your attention is swiftly taken off of Jongseong, whom you donât even notice dramatically rolling his eyes, huffing in annoyance, and turning around.Â
â82,â you whisper back, holding up your paper for Jake to see. His friendly, absurdly handsome smile makes your ears burn. âYou?â
The corners of his lips fall down into a sad poutâthe kind that makes your heart melt rather than gets on your nerves like someone else. â68,â he says. Leans in over the gap between your tables. Your heart jumps uncontrollably around your rib cage. âDo you wanna go over it together during the break? I think I need some help.â
One-on-one time with Jake Sim? You donât need to be asked twice. You nod silently, almost mesmerized by Jake as his grin widens. He leans back in his chair. âPerfect. Iâll see you in the library, then.â
âLibrary, yeah,â you echo dumbly, but thankfully, your teacher tells you to all quiet down and starts the lesson.Â
Youâre antsy all throughout the rest of your morning classes and lunch break, so nervous that you barely manage to finish your yogurt. Of course, your friends, Sunoo and Kazuha, have a field day with this, and even you canât help but laugh along as they jump between reassuring you that itâll be fine, slapping your shoulders with excitement and making fun of your uncharacteristic quietness.
Jake arrives at the library five minutes after you, looking around the room before he finds you at the big round table in the back of the library. Your brain is too riddled with anxiety for you to make more small talk than âHey,â âHey,â âHow was your lunch?â âGood, yours?â âGood.â And so you just jump straight into it.
Youâve only had a couple minutes of quiet explanation on your part and heavy nodding on Jakeâs when Jay appears at the entrance of the library. He spots you and Jake immediately, and without any hesitation whatsoever heads towards you and sits down at your table, right across from the two of you.
âHey, Jay,â Jake greets in a friendly manner, but Jay only responds with a nod of his head.
âOh, donât mind me,â he says when he notices you glaring. âI wonât bother you.â
As if he could be anything other than a bother, you think, but courteously keep to yourself. The childish rivalry you and Jongseong have got going on has no business spoiling a rare hour of alone time you get with Jake. As you go over the exercises he had the most trouble with on the test with you, your eyes often drift over to Jongseong as if to check on himâyouâre cautious like heâs a spider in the corner of the room that might spring on you at any moment.
And indeed, the moment your gaze leaves him for more than a minute as you explain an intricate theorem to Jake, heâs out of sight, and panic shoots through you. Where the hell has he suddenly gone off to? you wonder, but not for long.
âThereâs a much easier way to do this, really,â says a voice from behind you, and of course, itâs none other than Jongseong himself, quite literally butting his way into your tutoring session. Right between you and Jake, he bends over and rests his elbows on the table, taking Jakeâs pencil from him and describing the theorem in a way that isnât that much simpler. Your eyes shoot bullets into the side of his face while he, unbothered, explains this and that to Jake, who glances at you a couple of times but otherwise does not seem so perturbed by the sudden change of tutor. Either Jongseong doesnât notice your glare or doesnât care, because he doesnât budge.
Just when theyâre done with the exercise and you think youâll get Jake to yourself again, another voice appears from behind, a much higher, girlier one. You notice the hand on Jakeâs shoulder first, until slowly, your eyes drift to the faceâyou recognize Yunjin, head of the cheerleading squad, and sheâs smiling at you, a smile that at once tries to cover and betrays her surprise at seeing you and Jake together. She doesnât acknowledge you any more than that, gaze going back to âJakey,â asking him if he wants to head to class together. You check the timeâfive minutes before the first bell rings. What do they need so much time getting to class for? Itâs not like any room in this school is more than a three-minute walk away.
But Jake doesnât even look back at you, just says âSure!â with far too much enthusiasm for your taste as he packs his stuff. âThanks, you two,â he says, looking at Jay first, then at you. You think his eyes linger on you for a second, but just like that, heâs gone, him and Yunjin walking side-by-side.
You watch them leaveâthey look good together, the cheerleading captain and the soccer teamâs star. The white Vans sheâs wearing have a bunch of red love hearts on them that look drawn on, and you think, Of course, Jake is the type to date someone cute, someone fun, someone who would draw on their shoes. Not someone like you, whose idea of a good Friday night is lighting up a scented candle and reading your favorite novel for the nth time. When theyâve left the library, you slump in your seat, crumpling the sheet of paper you had drawn a bunch of graphs and formulae on to make things clearer for Jake. Jay awkwardly clears his throat and finally returns to his seat, looking at you with his lips pressed in a tight line.
âY/N?â he asks tentatively, and the sound is too much to bear, so you pack your things and head to your next class early, too. Your mind is racing with a million thoughts a minuteâwho is that girl to Jake, how come youâve never seen them together before, how come he was so eager to leave with her, what was that smile she gave you about? In the fifty-five minutes of your biology class, which you uncharacteristically donât pay any attention to, youâve convinced yourself that they are crazy in love and that none of Jakeâs actions or words towards you had ever meant anything, that youâd liked him so much youâd dreamt up the possibility of his liking you back, too.
Your next lesson startsâthe smile Jake gives you as he walks into History is so bright, it dissipates any clouds hanging over your head. You do believe in male-female friendships, but despite yourself, you canât help but think that anyone in a relationship wouldnât give someone else such a perfect, warm smile. It just wouldnât be right. And so, you reason with yourself that simply walking to a class together didnât mean two people were a couple.
For an hour, you stare at the back of Jakeâs head, and although you do eventually come to the more sensible conclusion that a smile may just be a smile, you also think it's unlikely that he and Yunjin would be a thing. If they were, why would they hide it? Jake is so nice, you wouldnât be surprised if heâd exaggerated his enthusiasm upon seeing her. Youâre sure you still have your chances. He even says see you tomorrow when class is over and slips out of the room to go to soccer practice.Â
You feel like youâre walking on cloud 9 as you head from History to your next classâbut when you remember that the next class is German, your mood drops significantly. Because the universe has it out for you, you and Jay are two of just ten students in your year taking German as your second foreign language option, everyone else having gone for either French, Japanese or Spanish. Your reasoning for it is that your dad has had an obsession with Germany since his year abroad in Bavaria, and twelve-year-old you had wanted to make him happy. Eighteen-year-old you regrets it slightly, but at least now your dad is ecstatic every time you tell him in German that the dinner he made was really tasty. Why Jongseong decided to take it beats youâheâs probably just insane.
But because you donât really know anyone else in the class, and because itâs your last period of the day, you have no friends to run off with once the lesson is over, and he gets to bother you all the way from the classroom door to the staff parking lot.Â
Youâve barely finished bidding Auf Wiedersehen to your teacher and Jongseong is already harassing you. âSo, I didnât take you as the type to be into guys like Jake Sim.â He says Jakeâs name with such disdain, like he thinks heâs so much better than him, or like he hates him. It confuses you just as much as it annoys you; Jongseong didnât seem to have a problem with Jake earlier at the library.
âAnd thatâs your business, becauseâŚ?â
You donât look at Jongseong, whoâs quickened his pace to keep up with yours, but you can feel the smirk on his face. Itâs insufferable. âOh, itâs none of my business. Iâm just surprised, is all. You guys are so⌠I donât know, different.â
You scoff. âIf you think Iâm not good enough for someone like Jake, Iâd rather you tell me straight up, Jongseong. Or actually,â you say, looking up at him with a dry smile. âKeep it to yourself and leave me alone.â
He looks offended by your words, and it only adds to your already immense annoyanceâheâs the one who just insulted you, so why is he looking at you with those stupid furrowed eyebrows?
âI never said that.â
âYou didnât need to.â
âNo, Y/N.â He grabs your wrist and makes you face him, your stomach flipping in surprise that you quickly cover up. When he releases you, you cross your arms over your chest and wait for him to speak, keeping your eyes trained on a spot behind him. âI donât think heâs too good for you.âÂ
This makes you look at him. You have to admit, your curiosity is piqued. Not like Jongseong to say anything even vaguely in your favor. âHeâs justâŚâ He sighs, searches for the right word. âWell, heâs just a bit of a dick, isnât he?â
You freeze for a second. Youâre so taken aback, your scoff comes out more as a laughâPark Jongseong, king supreme of all dicks at this school, just called Jake Sim a dick?
âIâm sorry?â
He sighs again, as though youâre the unreasonable one. âHeâs so⌠smug. A wannabe class clown and thinks heâs the shit because heâs on the soccer team. Have you seen the way he swaggers around school?â
You look at him with fake sympathy. âJong, are you jealous?â
âPfft. No way. I just think itâs a shame you keep going after these dudes who are not even worth your time, or whatever, so yeahâŚâ he says, voice trailing off and looking down at his feet as he speaks. Hands in pockets and blank expression on his face, you can tell heâs trying to look cool, but the way heâs avoiding your gaze is a dead give-away. Even his ears have turned red. Jongseong is having one of those shy moments he has when heâs trying to be nice to you. Clearly, a simple act of kindness towards you is so hard for him that it radically changes the way he behaves.Â
Like when you were fifteen and you just couldnât get this stupid art project right, so he stayed behind for three hours after school with you, helping you draw and paint and cut and glue.Â
Like when you were sixteen and your grandma just passed away, making you miss a week of school, and without a word, barely looking at you, he gave you a stack of handwritten notes of all the lessons you missed. To this day, youâre not sure how he did itâyou werenât in the same class that year.
Like when you were seventeen and Park Sunghoon rejected you in the middle of a crowded hallway. Youâd run off to the girlsâ bathroom to cry it out, but Jongseong quickly found you and spent the entire period cursing Sunghoon out instead of being in English, like you were both meant to be. He was uncharacteristically nice to you for a few days after that, never starting an argument for no reason or interrupting you when you spoke. When you snapped at him, telling him it only made you feel worse that he treated you differently, he smiled and told you how stupid you looked when you cried. It made you laugh more than it shouldâve.
Like now, when he suddenly decides that Jake Sim is also a wrong choice for you. âHim and Sunghoon are good friends, you know that?â he says. âBirds of a feather, and allâŚâ
So you know that Jongseong is not all bad. He has his redeeming qualities. He can even be nice sometimes, when he so wishes. But those moments are so few and far between that when he returns to his usual insufferable self, you wonder if youâd dreamt it all up. Which is why you canât quite take him seriously right now. You roll your eyes and resume walking towards the parking lot, but of course, he continues to follow you. âWhy do you even care who I go after?â
âI donât-â
âYou clearly do, otherwise you wouldnât be bothering me like this.â
âWell, if all your attention is taken up by that douche, who am I going to go up against?â
âThatâs what youâre worried about? That I stop arguing with you?â you say, disbelief clear in your voice.
âIâm offended, Y/N,â he starts, his sarcastic tone making you roll your eyes again. âThat our little rivalry matters so little to you.â
âWeâre not even the top students of our class, for Godâs sake, weâre not fighting over anything.â
âIâve actually got the best grades in German, thanks very much.â
âWhatever. I wouldnât call it a rivalry so much as a mutual dislike of each other, because one of us woke up one day and decided to start going against everything the other said.â
âAt least youâre self-aware.â
The exit to the parking lot now appears to you like the gates of heaven. You donât even bother replying to him, thinking that heâll just leave you alone now that youâre here. But as you step outside, he places himself in front of you and blocks your path, arms splayed out, eyes wide like heâs just seen a ghost.
âWhat are you-â
âHave you done the German homework for tomorrow?â
The sudden change of subject gives you whiplash. âWhat? No, Miss Schumacher assigned it just now-â
âWell, given your tendency for getting the word order all wrong, I can already tell you youâre not gonna have fun with it-â
You pinch the nose of your bridge, trying to calm yourself down before you lose whatâs remaining of your mind. âJongseong, were you actually dropped on the head as a baby? Go away. My dadâs gonna be here any second.â You try to walk around him, but he steps in front of you again. You peer up at him, undisguised annoyance in your eyes. Where are your dad and brother when you need them?
âIâm just saying, youâll probably need help with it-â
âI wonât. And if I do, Iâll just use Google. Now get out of my way,â you say, and manage to duck under one of his arms.
Then you see it.
Well, actually, it takes you a second to understand what it is youâre seeing. At first, you think itâs one of those horny couples thinking theyâre being really discreet by going to the staff parking lot to make out, when in reality they could be caught by any one at any time. Theyâre just far enough that when you do a double take, you realize that you do know the back of that head; that fluffy mop of brown hair. You sit behind it every History period, next to it every Maths and English period.
The girl is up against the wall, and you canât really see her, what with her and Jakeâs tongues being down each otherâs throat and his body blocking her from your view, his hands on her hips, her arms around his shoulders. All the works. Sheâs wearing a cheerleader uniform, so she could be any of twenty girlsâbut youâre pretty sure only one of them wears a pair of white Vans with red love hearts on them.
Your heart sinks to your stomach.
Youâre frozen in place when a whistle rings in the distance, and Jake and Yunjin separate, giggling to each other as they jog to wherever the sound came from. The sports field, probably. Itâs Monday; the cheerleaders and the soccer team share the field for their practice.Â
Jake spots you and Jongseong staring at them. He waves quickly, awkwardly at you, still smiling even when surprise coats his features. Yunjin tugs on his hand and just like that, theyâre gone.Â
âY/N-âÂ
Jayâs voice fades in the background. You want to get away from this situation as quickly as possibleâitâs embarrassing enough seeing the guy you like and thought you had a chance with kissing a girl that is arguably much more on his level than you are, but having Jongseong of all people not only witness it, but try to protect you from it, God knows why, makes it impossibly mortifying. You speed-walk to your dadâs car, huffing as you plop in your seat and slamming the door behind you. Your brother is already sitting in the passenger seat, and you donât even argue with him about it. When you only give single-word replies to his questions, he shrugs and returns to playing Clash of Clans on his phone.Â
The moment you get home, you fish a five cent coin from your purse, change into mud boots and grab your dogâs leash. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
After half-an-hour of trudging through leaves and soft ground, muddy from many a rainy November night, you and Pablo, your massive, fluffy airhead of a German Shepherd, find yourselves at the well in the middle of the forest. Ever since you were little, you have attributed magic powers to the wellânot that anyone told you any sort of myth about it, but you remember reading a story about a magic well and decided that your well would be magical, too. Youâve never wanted to abuse its powers, so youâve used your wishes conscientiously: things like getting a certain present at Christmas (when you were nine and the most important thing ever was getting the Monster High doll you wanted) or not stuttering during your presentation in class (when you really didnât want to embarrass yourself in front of Park Sunghoon and his cool friends). Every wish youâve made has come true. Whenever a faint voice of reason tells you that itâs because you always ask for very realistic things, you squash it and continue to believe in the well.
Because today, youâre not asking for something realistic.Â
Today, youâre asking the well to show you the way to love.
Youâve grown up watching The Notebook and Pride & Prejudice. Your parents are high school sweethearts who are still, twenty-five years later, happily married. You devour romance novels and binge-watch Asian dramas, the more unrealistic and romantic, the better. You are convinced that soulmates exist, that love always finds a way, that it is there for anyone to see. That it can take form in a childhood friend, an archnemesis, a total stranger. Â
But for some reason, it hasnât shown itself to you yet, no matter how valiantly youâve looked.Â
Youâre absolutely sick and tired of it. It is Jake kissing another girl, itâs Sunghoon leading you on for months and then rejecting you in front of everyone, itâs your ex-boyfriend-who-shall-not-be-named, your first love and first heartbreak, dumping you after a year and getting with the girl he had told you not to worry about a week later. At a party a few months later, heâd said, word for word, âAt least I didnât cheat on you.â
Coin lodged between your hands, you interlace your fingers and press your palms closely together, eyes screwed shut in desperation. âHey,â you start simply, because you and the well are good friends. âItâs been a while since Iâve asked for anything, so I hope you can indulge me⌠This is gonna sound so clichĂŠ, but Iâm really tired of getting fucked over by boys â excuse my French â and I just wanna meet the person whoâs right for me, you know? Momâs always reminding me that Iâm only eighteen, and that Iâve got plenty of time to meet someone, but I just feel like if I donât find someone now, I never will. And if I get fucked over again â sorry â Iâll just lose hope and write off men for the rest of my life. So help a girl out, will you? Iâll leave it to you how you wanna go about it, but⌠just show me that thereâs someone out there. Please.â
When you open your eyes, you need a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. You toss the coin in the well. It doesnât make a sound as it hits the bottom, as if it has been absorbed within the old brick walls. You know better than to question itâthe well works in mysterious ways.
Youâre quiet that entire evening, making up an excuse of a tiring day at school when your parents ask. Really, youâre just thinking about your wish, whether itâll work, what might happen. You half-ass your homeworkâJay was right, the German exercises throw you into a bout of despair, so you quickly close your textbook and bury yourself in your sheets, falling asleep hours earlier than you usually would.
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For some reason, the first thing you notice when you wake up is that itâs still dark outside. It must be the middle of the night, you think. It takes you a few seconds to realize that youâre in a completely strange room.
Instead of your floral-patterned sheets, you find yourself covered by delicate silk sheets that your parents would never agree to buy you, no matter how adamantly you argued for the benefits of silk for your skin. If skincare experts online had convinced you of one thing, it was that silk would do wonders for your obstinate acne. You slide out of bed and find a pair of slippers on the floor, as if waiting for you. Even the pajamas youâre wearing are fancier, more grown up than the ones you have at home, a set composed of a pinstriped button-up and shorts. You look around, for some reason more surprised and curious than panicked. You couldâve been kidnapped, for all you know, but all you care about right now is this room. Rather than the pink and white walls that have surrounded you since childhood, covered with pictures of you and your friends, postcards of artwork bought at museums, and posters of your favorite movies, the walls here are beige and mostly bare, except for a painting of Japanese cherry blossoms above the bed and a family portrait on the opposite wall, above a wooden chest of drawers.Â
The family portrait. A woman, a man, and what you can only assume are their children. They look like twinsâtwo girls. Canât be older than three years old. Out of the four faces, you recognize two of them. You recognize them far too well. One of them is yours, of course. You look slightly older, by a decade, maybe? Youâre glad to know that you wonât fall off after twenty-five, like much of social media has led you to believe.Â
The other face you recognize immediately, too, but it takes you a few seconds to truly believe it.
It belongs to none other than Park Jongseong.
A dry chuckle falls from your throat, as if someone has just made a very insulting joke at your expense and you have to pretend you find it funny. The well has a very odd sense of humor, you think. Itâs probably just a prank, a magic-induced nightmare before the real thing. Except this already feels real, disorientingly so. The fabric on your skin, the picture, the room. It all feels too real, more tangible than any dream youâve ever had.
You take a step closer towards the picture, as if looking at it harder will make Jongseongâs face fade into that of another man, the real man that will become your husband and father of your children. But alas, his features remain the same, frozen in time by the photographerâs camera. He, too, looks olderâand not only does he not fall off after twenty-five, he becomes all the more handsome for it.
Is this how you find out that Jongseong was handsome all along? You stare at it until the familiar face becomes practically unrecognizable, like repeating a word so much it stops feeling like one. The straight nose, the almond-shaped eyes that seem to have softened overtime, whereas his jaw has remained as sharp as ever. Have his eyebrows always framed his face so perfectly? Has that dimple always been there?Â
You look around again, and the bright numbers on the bedside alarm clock catches your attention. They read 9:57 p.m., but itâs the date that makes your stomach sinkâtoday is still the 18th of November, but ten years later. You stare at the clock, at the unfamiliar number, a date so far into the future you canât wrap your head around it. You could barely envision life after high school.
Downstairs, the sudden clang of pots and the sound of a tap running manage to rip your gaze away from the alarm clock. An overwhelming curiosity tells you to follow the noise. This is all a dream, so there are no consequences if you explore a bit more, right?Â
Youâve never been in this house before, and you have no idea where your feet are taking you until you find yourself in the kitchen. Itâs the only lit room in the house, and youâre creepily standing in the dark under a wide archway that connects the kitchen to what looks like the dining room. A man has his back to you, washing dishes and putting them out to dry on a rack next to the sink. Heâs wearing a white cotton sweater, one that you feel you recognise without ever having seen before, and a brown apron is tied around his neck and waist.Â
The first thing you think to yourself is Oh, his haircut hasnât changed. In almost every class you share with him, Jongseong has made it a point to sit either next to you or right in front of you, so youâve spent a lot of time glaring at the back of his head. You wouldnât be surprised if he started developing two eye-shaped bald spots there. His hair is still short and spiky at the back and on the sides, longer on the top. When he lets it grow too long, it sometimes covers his eyes, and he obnoxiously keeps having to push it back like a heartthrob in an 80s movie.Â
Something like a memory flashes through your mind, blurry like those images you arenât sure came from a dream or from real life. Your surroundings are unclear, but Jayâs face is nestled against your neck, your hand in his hair. You can feel the softness of the close shave against your palm as clearly as if you were touching it right now. You ask him why heâs always kept it that way, and he replies that itâs simple to maintain. Then in classic Jay fashion, he adds, âAnd it makes me look awesome.â
Another memory, a clearer one, this timeâthis definitely happened. Itâs halfway through sophomore year, a random Tuesday, and Jay walks in, holding his head high and looking smugly around himself. The bastard got a new haircut. Long gone, his messy, unorganized flop of black hair that looked like it didnât know what it was doing; hello, sleek undercut. It accentuates all of his best features, which is terrible news for you. You had never even thought of Jongseong as someone having âbestâ features, but now theyâre being thrown in your face. His nose. His jawline. His smile.
It ruins your day, and a few after that. You canât quite put it into words when your friends ask whatâs wrong at lunchâor rather, you donât wanna face the humiliation of uttering something along the lines of âPark Jongseong looks good with his new haircut, and itâs bothering me.â
Here, itâs a familiar sight in an unfamiliar environment, the back of his head. Without really thinking, you take a step forward. Jongseong starts at the sound of your slippers against the marble floor tiles, but his face relaxes into a smile when he sees you.
âOh, itâs just you, honey. I thought you were sleeping.â
Just you. As if the two of you being in the same kitchen is normal. You guess it must be, to this version of Jongseong. To him, youâre not the annoying girl he strives to best in every classâyouâre honey.Â
âI was,â you say, walking around the kitchen island to join him by the sink. Something in you needs to look at him, really look at him, maybe pinch yourself or pinch him to be sure youâre not going crazy. Maybe you caught wafts of some ancient algae that lives in the well and made you hallucinate?
âI left a plate out for you in case you woke up. Made your favorite. The girls werenât so happy, seeing as itâs the third time this month,â he says with the special kind of smile reserved for parents talking about their children. The girls. A mention so casual, so obvious, your heart hurts. âBut I think I got it really right this time,â he continues. âHonestly, it might even be better than the original.â
He goes back to washing the dishes and you watch the sponge in his hands as it scrubs away tomato sauce, the soap as it runs from the plates into the sink. A knot forms in your stomach, something like a deep sadness that overwhelms you all of a sudden, and tears form in your eyes, threatening to fall any second.
When you havenât budged in almost a minute, Jongseong starts to say, in an intimate, almost worried voice, âArenât you going to eat, honey?â but when he sees your wet eyes, the tremble in your lower lip, he shuts the water immediately and dries his hands. With his thumbs, he wipes away the tears that have started falling from your eyes. âWhatâs wrong?â he whispers.
You canât reconcile the man in front of you with the image you have of the boy that torments you in every class you share. You canât reconcile the genuine concern in his voice with the snarky tone youâre met with every day. And yet, they respond to the same name, their features are identical, if not for the years that separate them, the stress of adulthood on one and the carefreeness of youth on the other.Â
Your body reacts automatically to the soft touchânever in a million years would you let the Jongseong you know come near you like this, but here, nothing feels more natural than his hands on your face, your shoulders, your hair, as though theyâre just as much his as they are yours. You realize the emotion in your stomach is not sadnessâtears fall, but youâre not sad. Youâve never felt as home as you do now, and if one thing romantic novels have taught you, is that this must be love.
You look up at the man in front of you, eyebrows furrowed as you search his face for confirmation or some sort of an answer. Thereâs a tremble in your voice when you speak next. âI just⌠I think I love you, Jongseong.â
He chuckles. âWell, we established that a while ago, didnât we? What with getting married and having kids. But Iâm glad you still feel that way.â
The mention of marriage and children doesnât faze you nearly as much as it should. Youâve only got one thing on your mind. âDo you love me too?â
You expect him to laughânot out of cruelty, but because the answer is so obvious, it almost doesnât deserve to be answered seriously. Like when your brother asks if he can have one more of your cookies and you tell him youâll cut his hand off. Sometimes you think itâs easier to be sarcastic than be unabashedly nice to someone. Especially with Jongseong, whom you donât expect kindness or patience from, you wait for him to stay something like, âNo, thatâs why Iâve stayed with you these eight years.âÂ
So when instead, he says, âMore than anything on this Earth,â voice low and vulnerable, tears flow even harder.Â
âSorry, itâs probably just my period,â you say through sobs, although you have no idea where in her menstrual cycle this version of you is.
Jongseong chuckles again, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âYou do get emotional around this time.â And you cry more, because you canât believe someone other than your mother knows you so well that they know what your period symptoms are.
Rubbing soothing circles against your back and whispering soft words in your ear, he holds you for as long as you need to calm down. When you finally do, he tells you to go sit on the couch, that heâll finish up the dishes then heat and bring your food for you. You think youâve got your emotions under control, but the moment you bite the pasta, cooked to perfection with the most succulent tomato sauce youâve ever had, sweet with a little kick of spice and a generous amount of parmesan cheese, tears start to fall again as if you had an endless stock of water behind your eyes.
âThis is so good,â you mumble.
Jongseong smiles, his gaze full of affection miraculously directed at you as he tucks away strands of your hair so they donât get in your eyes or in your food. âIâm glad, baby.â
You react to the nickname viscerally, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can even understand them. âYou havenât called me that in ages.â You widen your eyes at yourself, wondering how this was something you even knew. But when you look at Jongseong, all he does is smile more.
âYouâre right, I havenât. I guess I was reminded of college. You cried all the time back then. As much as it pained me, I canât say I wasnât happy to be the one you always came to for comfort.â
You havenât been through college yet, so you should be unable to tell whether this truly happened or notâand yet, the memories of the body youâre in all confirm what Jongseong just said. But it feels impossibleâgoing to university with him, letting yourself be vulnerable enough with him to not only cry in front of him but let him comfort you. Whatever could have happened in the years between the present you know and your time at university for things to change so drastically?
But before you can make sense of any of it, Jongseong speaks again. âWhy? Do you like it when I call you baby?â
Your stomach flips. Heat rises to your face at his words, the tone with which he said them, the things he was alluding toâyou know that having children means youâd popped your cherry at some point, that youâd had sex with Jongseong specifically, but to be confronted with the fact was something else.Â
âMaybe,â you mumble, and proceed to stuff your mouth with pasta so that you canât incriminate yourself further.
He puts on a recent movie, something you should arguably be paying attention to, since youâre literally getting a glimpse into the future of cinemaâyou could steal the idea, go back to your present and sell it for an outrageous price.
But Jongseongâs presence next to you makes it impossible to concentrate on anything but him. The warmth emanating from him, the scent of his perfume envelop you, give you a sense of just how real this all isâdespite how comfortable being with him like this feels, youâre still not convinced youâre not just in an unsettlingly vivid dream. You take one of his hands in yours, examining each finger, turning his hand over, tracing the lines of his palm, smoothing your thumb over his nailsâitâs an undeniably human hand. Warm against yours, slightly rough. Heâs started using hand cream, you think, all these winters when his dry hands would crack because of the cold coming up to your mind, teenage Jongseongâs hard refusal to wear any sort of cream to protect himself. Memories bob up to the surface: fixing his cracked hands up with a plaster, your tear falling on his hand, the both of you in your school uniforms in what looks like the school infirmary; awkwardly gifting him some hand cream the Christmas of that year, not looking at him as you hand him the small package. Saying, âItâs a waste of plasters for something that could be fixed so easily.â Him treating you to warm, spicy tteokbokki because he felt bad for not having gotten you anything, even though this was the first time either of you had ever given the other one a present.
As your fingers trail up from his hand to his forearm, his shoulder, his jawline, more memories flood your mind. Clumsy first kisses; squabbles of the kind you were already used to; lazy mornings in bed; hours spent in your kitchen or his, before you shared one, cooking dinner together; the way you felt when he proposed, a feeling so intense remembering it is almost unbearable now. Your eyes and fingers examine his face in detailâeven though youâve seen him almost every day since the start of high school, this feels like the first time you really perceive him. The delicate bow of his lips, the strong nose, the softness in his eyes when he looks at you. Your heart beats uncontrollably as you hold each otherâs gazes, but you feel inexplicably relaxed at the same time, two nearly opposing realities fighting each other inside of youâone in which you and Jongseong regarding each other with such affection is unthinkable, the other in which it is daily routine.
âMovie not to your taste?â he asks, voice gentle, breaking you out of your stupor.
âHm?â
He nods towards the TV screen. âI see youâre not paying much attention.â
âNo. I have⌠things on my mind.â
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly growing on his lips. âYeah?â You think your heart might actually flatline when he brings you in closer to his chest, and, face buried in your hair, says, âYou know, Iâve been thinking that the twins might want a younger sibling to play with soon enoughâŚâ
Youâre not sure whether he actually wants a third child or if this is weird dirty talk that apparently turns parents onâall you know is that this is something future you will deal with, not high school senior you.Â
You whip up your head at him, eyes wide in panic that he mirrors immediately. âOrâor not. Later. Later?â You nod fervently, and the worry dissipates from his handsome features. âOkay, later,â he whispers, kissing the top of your head before returning his attention to the movie.��
A couple hours later, youâre laying in bed in the dark togetherâyou can tell Jongseong is falling asleep by the regularity of his breathing and his stillness, but youâre wide awake. You donât know how youâve managed to spend all this time with him, acting like the wife he knows and loves, without imploding. But suddenly, the idea of waking up in your childhood bed, surrounded by your pink-and-white walls, going downstairs to be greeted by your brother and parents, sends a wave of panic through you. You havenât felt this comfortable in a long timeâJongseongâs arm draped over your waist, the fact that you could reach over and feel his skin against your palm if you wanted. You donât want to go back to a time where you hate him. In fact, you donât know if you could hate him after this.
âJongseong?â you say softly, the syllables unfamiliar on your tongue, even though the name rings brusquely through your head for the best part of every day.
It takes a few seconds, but he reacts eventually. âHm? Did you just call me Jongseong?â he murmurs sleepily, as if youâd just called him Robert or Christopher and not the name his own parents gave him.
âYeah.â
He chuckles. âNow thatâs something you havenât called me in ages. Makes me feel like youâre mad at me,â he says, turning over and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His hair tickles your skin, and one of your hands comes up reflexively to feel the softness of his close shave.
â...Jong?â you try.
âThatâs a step up, but not quite what I want,â he mumbles.
Youâre silent for a few moments. âHoney,â you say tentatively, voice a mere whisper.
âThatâs better.â You can hear the smile in his voice.
âWill you be here in the morning?â
âMh-hm. Itâs Saturday tomorrow.â
âNo,â you say, feeling out of breath. âI mean, will you be here?â
Youâre aware youâre not making much senseâand yet, Jongseong needs no further explanation. âOf course, baby,â he starts, voice soothing. âIâll be here tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day afterwards. âTil death do us part, remember?â
You let out a shaky breath. âOkay.â
âI love you, Y/N.â
âI love you, too,â you find yourself saying, and, more importantly, meaning. Itâs the last thing either of you says before falling asleep.
--
Tears are streaming down your face when you wake up the next day. When you open your eyes, pink and white obnoxiously stare back at you. The clock reads 7:12, just three minutes before your alarm goes off, and unfortunately for high school you, the night hasnât given in to Saturday morningâitâs Tuesday, and you have to go to school and act as if you hadnât just had the weirdest, most realistic dream of your life. You donât even get a weekend to shake this weird feeling in your stomach off, youâre going to have to face Park Jongseong full force. At least, this will become your friendsâ favorite bit for the foreseeable future.
Theyâre already sitting in the classroom when you get there, animatedly chatting to each other. You plop down in your seat in front of them, and when they see the sullen look on your face, ask you whatâs wrong.
âDid you wake up during the night to play Hay Day again?â Kazuha asks, eyebrows knotted with genuine worry.
âIâm not that person anymore,â you reply. âNo, I just had a really weird dream. More like a nightmare, really. It feels like I didnât get any sleep.â
âWhat was it about?â Sunoo asks.
Your eyes dart back-and-forth between the two of them as you brace yourself for their reactions. Not wanting anyone else to overhear, you lean in conspiratorially. They mirror you. âI was married to Park Jongseong,â you whisper. As expected, they burst into laughter immediately, and you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms in annoyance. âItâs not funny.â
âItâs very funny,â Kazuha retorts. âItâs ironic, even, considering how much you hate the guy.â
âExactly!â
âBut I guess even you know how ridiculous it is that you hate him, if your brain is able to imagine yourself being married to him,â Sunoo adds, shrugging. âItâs a good reminder that youâre literally the only person in this school with a vendetta against him.â
Kazuha nods energetically. âHe picked up a pen for me, once. Heâs a nice guy.â
You look around the room in panic. âKeep it down, will you?â you hush, despite the fact that no one is paying any attention to the three of you. You sigh, resolving yourself to telling them the entire truth. âBut guys, Iâm scared. I think this might be a sign.â
Their eyebrows perk up. âA sign that your hatred of him has actually been disguising a crush this entire time?â Sunoo asks, feigning innocence.
âNoâwhat? Where did you get that idea?â
âNowhere. Go on.â
âWhatever. Come here,â you say, gesturing for them to huddle again. âItâs the well.â
âOh my God, Y/N, youâve actually lost it,â Kazuha says, fascinated by your stupidity.
âIâm not going to tolerate any well slander, this is serious. I just wanted it to reassure me that there was someone out there for me. And then I had that stupid dream.â
Kazuha and Sunoo exchange a look like theyâre parents trying to announce to their daughter that sheâs adopted. âY/NâŚâ Sunoo starts.
âThis is crazy. Like, love philters and writing Park Sunghoonâs name a hundred times are one thing, this isâŚâ
âCrazy,â Sunoo said, nodding along. âThis is crazy. Thereâs no other word for it. Your eighteen years of boyfriendlessness have finally caught up to you.â
âYou guys donât get it. What about that time I asked it to give me a good grade on our Literature exam and I literally came first out of our class? Or when I told it I missed Jung Hae-in and his military discharge announcement came the next day?â you say, aware that the look in your eyes is only confirming their suspicionsâbut you need someone to believe you, or at the very least understand you.
âOne, youâre a good student. Two, that was pure coincidence,â Sunoo explains.
âBut girl, if you want to marry Jay, thatâs fine. Youâve got our blessing,â Kazuha says, shrugging.
âYeah. He picked up her pen, once,â Sunoo adds.
âAnd you know, you guys clearly have some sort of chemistry.â
You scoff. âIf you think that him refuting my every word and finding every opportunity to make fun of me, then yeah, I guess you could say we have chemistry.â
âYou guys have banter,â Kazuha says as if itâs obvious.
âOh, please. Banter is cute. I want to kill him every time he opens his mouth.â
Your friends both roll their eyes. âWhile I understand that most men are better off staying quietâno offense, Sunooââ
âNone taken.â
âYou have to admit Jay is not nearly as insufferable as you make him out to be,â Kazuha says.
âAre you kidding me? Heâs always acting like a child. Rubbing it in my face when he gets a better grade, trying to start arguments for no reason, sucking up to teachers, stealing my erasers, for Godâs sake, youâd think heâs twelve. I know that Iâm not on the majority's side, but I seriously cannot understand how other people tolerate him at all.â
Sunoo sighs. âBecause heâs nice to everyone. He never hesitates to help people, heâs even funny, sometimes, andâwell, look at him.â He nods his head towards the door, and when you turn around, Jongseong is indeed walking in the classroom. âHeâs not a bad-looking boy.â
âGosh, Sunoo, maybe you should marry him,â Kazuha says, but since you laid your eyes on Jongseong, youâve stopped listening.
You feel weird. You look at him, and you feel weird. Itâs the same feeling you had during your sleep last night, a feeling that paralyzes you from head to toe, that starts in your stomach and spreads to your entire body, weighs you down in your chair.Â
âHey, guys,â he greets simply, and his voice wraps itself around your heart and squeezes. You canât do anything but watch him as he takes his seat next to you, plopping his bag on the table and taking his notebook out. He looks at you, watches you watching him, then swivels around in his chair.
âWhatâs wrong with her?â he asks your friends.
âShe had a dream that she mââ
âDo not finish that sentence, Zuha, if you want to live to see another day.â
âYes, maâam,â she replies, a satisfied little smile on her lips.
Despite yourself, youâre still staring at Jongseong, trying to figure out what the hell these emotions are that are raging up a storm inside of you. Instead of ignoring you, he turns to face you, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm as he stares back at you, smirking. âWhatâs up, Y/N? Has it finally dawned on you how devastatingly handsome I am?â he asks, and you frown, because heâs not so far off from the truth.
âPlease, kids, itâs 9 a.m., donât flirt right in front of us,â Sunoo says, despair in his voice.
âSheâs the one who started it,â Jongseong replies, still looking at you, his smirk growing.
For some reason, this startles you out of your trance, and you look away from him like youâve been burned, preoccupying yourself instead with your notes for this class. âIn your dreams, Jongseong,â you mumble.
âMore like in yours,â Kazuha says, her and Sunoo giggling.
âZuha!â you exclaim. Jongseong looks at you with raised eyebrows, and with his infuriating capacity to put two and two together, youâre scared heâs figured out what she meant, but youâre literally saved by your teacher who walks in at that moment and starts the class.Â
The second the bell rings to signify the end of the class, you hurriedly pack your things and mutter an excuse about needing the bathroom, trying to get as far away as possible from the boy whose all-too familiar scent had messed with your thoughts all class, whose every brush of his arm against yours had made your heart race uncontrollably.
--
It hadnât just been a dream. It couldnât have been.
Just like there was no doubt the 28-year-old Jongseong from last night had once been the annoying boy you knew, the 18-year-old Jongseong was sure to one day become the husband of your dreams. A devoted partner and father, his presence comforting, his good looks indeed devastating, unwavering.
There was no mistake to be made. The well had worked its magic.
Whether you liked it or not, you would end up marrying Park Jongseong. You, of all people; him, of all people.
Was there already something of your future husband in the boy that snickered when you mixed up your genders in German class, or would he one day spring out of nowhere? Apparently, youâd be around to find out.
But for now, how to act around him? It felt unfair that you were privy to this knowledge of your shared future while he was ignorant of it. Blissfully, perhaps. You couldnât imagine that he would rejoice much at this news.
Your mind is somewhere else the entire day. At lunch, your other friends try to get the thing thatâs obviously bothering you out of you, but Kazuha and Sunoo are there to tell them not to bother. Youâd needed to tell someone about it, but you donât want the entire school to know about your marital premonitions. The two knuckleheads you call your best friends are already doing a good enough job teasing you about itââThereâs your husband, Y/N,â when Jongseong walks past; âSo have you thought of baby names? Kayleigh and Mackayleigh, perhaps?â unsolicited, during Physics. You turn around to check on the culprit â because yes, Jongseong is the culprit here, you, a mere a victim â and when he notices you staring, nods at you as if to say, Whatâs your problem?, trying to look threatening in his white lab coat thatâs three sizes too big and protective goggles.
It doesnât help that Jongseong has a way of hovering around you. Even in classes in which your teachers assigned the seats for you, heâs never far from your seat. The two of you sit next to each other in German, your last class every Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. But today, the seat next to you is emptyâwhat wouldâve been a cause for celebration just yesterday is now a source of worry. Youâd seen him just two hours ago in your previous class together, so where the hell was he now? Heâs lucky that your teacher is an old German lady who always spends the first ten minutes of the lesson rambling about something in dialectal German no one understands but nods along to anyway. When he walks into the room, five minutes late, she just says, âHallo, Jay,â and continues with her story. Itâs about her first school trip to Berlin when she was fifteen and the country was still divided. You think.
He winks at you when he takes his seat and you roll your eyes. You pretend to listen to your teacher for thirty seconds, then hit him gently with your elbow. âWhere were you?â you ask without looking at him.
He doesnât answer immediately, probably surprised you initiated a non-hostile conversation with him for once. âI was just hanging out with my friends, something you clearly wouldnât understand.â
And your friends wondered why you hated him?
âStill having imaginary friends at eighteen is really concerning, Jongseong. You should see someone about it.â
When you glance at him, heâs already looking right at you, smiling. Youâve never felt so conscious of your side profile.Â
âWhy? Were you worried?â he whispers, kicking your foot with his.
You look at him, horrifiedâwhere the hell had he gotten that idea? How was he so spot-on? You scoff, trying to diffuse the tension inside yourself. âNo.â
He kicks your foot again. âI was five minutes late and you started to worry?â
âNo. Stop.â
âI didnât know you cared about me so much, Y/N.â
This time, you give him a harsh look, one that lets him know you really mean your wordsââStop it.â Finally, he relents, getting the assigned homework out now that the teacher has actually started the lesson. Your face softensâhe looks hurt. Guilt tugs at your heartstrings.
Despite what you might say, you like the way things are with Jongseong. If some people always need to be crushing on someone, you always need to have someone you perceive as an enemyâit was Na Jaemin in elementary school, because heâd once made fun of your incapability to climb the monkey bars; Shin Ryujin, in middle school, for kissing your crush during a game of spin-the-bottle at your own birthday party; Park Jongseong, since freshman year, for simply existing. Your reasons for disliking him are trivial, youâll admit. You werenât sure you could even place a finger on what had first triggered your disdain towards himâone too many awful jokes, one too many times raising his hand in class and rattling off a perfect answer, then looking around himself proudly, one too many roars of laughter heard throughout the entire cafeteria. The fact that no one else seemed to be bothered by him only added to your aggravation. He just got on your nerves, and it seemed that you openly showing your dislike of him â him, who was so used to being loved by everyone around him, pampered by his family, praised by his teachers, popular among his peers â was enough to make him dislike you, too. So, after a few failed attempts at trying to be your friend, because Jongseong was unable to not be friends with everyone he met, he didnât simply give up.Â
If he couldnât be your friend, then fine, heâd be your enemy.
At least, thatâs how it appears to you, still now. Itâs never gone dangerously far, but if thereâs an opening to tease you or get on your nerves, heâll do it. Not passing you the ball during soccer, or conversely, only aiming for you during dodgeball, not sharing his textbook with you when you forgot it unless you beg, loudly clearing his throat when you speak in class. And, lately, pouring salt on your wounds in the form of reminding you how impossible you and Jake Sim are. His motto must be if thereâs a will, thereâs a way. And when it comes to making your life hell, his will is infinite.
Everything is upside-down now. The question of how your relationship can possibly go from this to that obsesses you. It feels like youâre more capable of sharing a funeral, dying at each othersâ hands, than a wedding.Â
âJong, your textbook.â
He squints at you. âFunny how Iâm Jongseong when you hate me, Jong when you need a textbook,â he says, sliding his book closer to himself.
âItâs not my fault your name is a mouthful,â you retort, trying to pull it back to the middle of the table, but heâs quicker than you.
âThen maybe you should call me Jay, like everyone else on Earth.â
âWhereâs the fun in that? Now give it here. Please?â you ask, mustering your best smile. Any other teacher wouldâve scolded the two of you by now, but Ms. Schumacher is peacefully going on about the importance of word order and punctuation in the German sentence, oblivious to her two students bickering in the back row. Jongseong usually never sits at the back of the classroomâonly here.
He gives in, smiling back, but thereâs something behind it, something that tells you nothing good is brewing in his brain. âOnly because youâre so pretty.â
Normally, this kind of remark wouldâve warranted a slap on the arm or an array of insults, but if today is anything, it is not normal. You look at him like youâve been stung, visions of your not-dream coming to you in flashes like youâre the titular character on Thatâs So Ravenâthe affection in your husbandâs eyes, the kindness in his words, the sincerity in his smile. Again, youâre left to wonder if this man is already taking root inside of the boy next to you, if Jongseongâs future capacity to love you presently exists in his heart.
Does your future capacity to love him already exist in your heart?
You watch as his smirk softens into a grin, your flusteredness and lack of a response clearly amusing him, then as he circles the exercises Ms. Schumacher is assigning for the lesson. She seems to have forgotten there was homework dueâJongseong will be sure to remind her of it quickly.
He kicks your foot again, tells you to focus. His ears have turned red.
You wonder if those capacities havenât existed from the start.
--
As much as you love a good friends-to-lovers story, characters hiding their feelings out of fear of ruining the friendship have never failed to frustrate you â just tell her, you dummy, itâs obvious she likes you too â and yet, youâve never related more than now.
Whatever it is that you and Jongseong have, you donât want to lose it. It adds entertainment to your otherwise average life.Â
âGood thing she didnât pick on you while we went over the homework, âcause you clearly put zero effort in. And I wouldnât have helped you, even if youâd asked, by the way.â
You hum absent-mindedly as you put your notebook and pencil holder in your bag. Are you sure that these are even your feelings in the first place? Just because the well put a silly idea in your head doesnât mean you have to believe it like itâs scripture. If what you saw is real, then it will happen in its own time. Things donât have to start changing right this instant.
âGosh, Y/N, whatâs up with you today? Youâre so boring,â Jongseong continues, following you out of the classroom.Â
âJust tired,â you reply. Wouldnât it be unnatural if you were to radically alter the way you behave with Jongseong? Love should come about organically. Sure, his presence has always provoked some kind of reaction within you, but thatâs usually been annoyance. Whether heâs stealing the fifth eraser youâve bought that month or running on the soccer field, beads of sweat running down his temples, hair sticking out everywhere, victoriously smiling when his team scoresâyouâre annoyed. Whether heâs sticking up his hand higher than yours or going to the school dance with Ahn Yujinâyouâre annoyed. When you learned that sheâd been his neighbor since infancy and that she had a boyfriend, who went to another school and only trusted Jongseong to take her to the dance, you were still annoyedâthis time at yourself for feeling even the tiniest bit relieved that nothing was going on between them.
And this â his quick steps trying to keep up with yours, his dumb story about yogurt coming out of Heeseungâs nose today at lunch when they were laughing too hard â yes, youâre still annoyed. But you realize youâre not annoyed at him.
Youâre annoyed at how he makes you feel.
âY/N?â he says, but youâre too deep in your thoughts, only vaguely registering the sound until he repeats it, louder this time, and grabs your hand, making you abruptly stop walking. âAre you sure everythingâs okay?â he asks with genuine concern in his voice. âYouâre barely listening to me. I mean, itâs not like you usually really do, but youâd have told me to get lost, like, five minutes ago nowâŚâ
He chuckles self-deprecatingly, but despite his words, youâre focusing on something else yet again. His hand on yours, his loose hold on your fingers. Your brain is yelling at youâhold his hand, hug him. Itâs like there are still traces of the 28-year-old version of you you visited yesterday, urging you to behave like her and not 18-year-old you.Â
So, the well had let you know that you need not look much further to find what you wanted. Here it is, in the form of a boy you have convinced yourself you hated, and hated you, and yet, heâs holding your hand, asking you if youâre okay, worry knotting his eyebrows together.Â
Hold his hand. Hug him. Instead, you retract your hand, let it fall limply by your side. Jongseongâs eyebrows shoot up.
Heâs so close, the supposed love of your life. You donât know how to reach out to him.
For now, you smile. âGet lost, Jong.â
--
you guys how the hell do i act around jongseong now that i know our fates are romantically intertwined
kazuha i think not treating him like the number one public enemy would be a good start
you so what⌠be nice to him? how do i do that
sunoo oh my god y/n when she has to treat another person like a regular human being
you heâs not just another person!
sunoo okayyyyy i see you little miss repressed feelings
you i hate u
kazuha just donât roll your eyes at everything he says anymore and donât start arguments for no reason
you heâs the one who starts them⌠but okay iâll try
--
âLetâs pair up for the reading analysis today. You can stay with your deskmate or pick a partner, I donât mind as long as you get the work done. Iâm talking about you, Chaewon and Yuri. This is English class, not a gossip session.â
The second your English teacher has finished speaking, Jongseong swivels in his chair. âLetâs partner up, Y/N?â
âWhat about me?â Jake asks, eyes darting back-and-forth between the two of you.
âYou can partner up with Minju,â Jongseong replies, pointing to the girl heâs usually seated next to. âLook. You guys will be great together. Say hi, Minju.â Minju waves shyly at Jake, braces on display as she smiles ecstatically. Itâs not everyday that she gets to talk to one of the most popular guys in school.
Jake reluctantly switches seats with him, glancing back at you and Jongseong who just grins at him, fake friendliness plastered on his lips, until he turns around again. Your new partnerâs smile softens and reaches his eyes when he looks at you. âHi.â
You have to look awayâyou feel your face burn under his gaze. âHi, Jong.â
He tilts his head. âWhat? Do you hate me so much that you canât even look at me now?â he asks, and you canât tell whether heâs joking or genuine.
You frown. âI donât hate you.â
âOh? Thatâs a recent development.â
âI guess,â you mumble after a few seconds. Is it really? You suddenly canât remember if you ever really hated him, or if youâd exaggerated your own feelings.
His smile widens. âWell, good. I mean, you were going to have to realize at some point that I really am funny, smart, endearing, handsome-â
âBack to hating.â
âLetâs start the assignment.â
You agree on reading the passage first, but you realize halfway through that not a single word has been absorbed. âHey. Why did you switch seats with him?â you ask, whispering so as not to be overheard.
Jongseong shrugs. âI thought you wouldnât want to work with him, consideringâŚâ
âRight.â Youâre silent again, but only for a bit. âWhatâs it to you?â you mumble.Â
He scoffs. âSorry for trying to be considerate.â
âThatâs notââ
âLetâs just focus on this.â
His sudden coldness vexes you. You know you should let it go â donât start arguments for no reason, and all that â and you know itâs childish, but you canât help yourself. You have certain reflexes youâre not particularly proud of when it comes to one Park Jongseong. âLetâs just focus on this,â you repeat, mocking his grumbling tone of voice and shaking your head like a puppet.
He glares at you. âCan you not act like a toddler for once?â
âCan you not be a dick for once?â you bite back.
âY/N, Jongseong, Iâm sure youâre having a fascinating conversation on the use of chiaroscuro in the text?â your teacher asks, a look of warning on his face.
âYes, sir,â you reply, embarrassed.
âYes, so much chiaroscuro,â Jongseong mumbles, resting his cheek on his knuckles. When the teacher has turned away, he kicks your foot. âSee, youâre getting us in trouble.â
âDo you even know what chiaroscuro is?âÂ
He hesitates. âThatâs not the problem here. You are.â
âWell, maybe if you didnât-â
âY/N, Jay, final warning.â
âSorry,â you both say at the same time. With one last glare at each other, you finally get to work.
So your plan to start getting along with Jongseong isnât in full-force yet. On the drive back home that afternoon, you reassure yourself that these things take time. When the moment is right, the two of you will grow closer.
--
But increasingly, it feels as though the right moment will never come.
Two months have passed since your visit to the well, and things between you and Jongseong have not changed. Not really, at least.
You still bicker like cat and dog â it goes without saying that youâre the cute puppy and heâs the heartless cat â and he gets as much on your nerves as ever, especially now that you know that the potential to be nice to you, to love you, even, exists somewhere inside him. Somewhere deeply hidden perhaps, but somewhere nonetheless. Of course, after telling yourself that what must come will come of its own accord, you havenât done much to change the dynamic between the two of you. But if you used to see your retaliations against him as necessary to your survival, you now find some sort of enjoyment in themâsome might call it Stockholm Syndrome, you perceive it as a step in the right direction. Youâve followed one of Kazuhaâs pieces of advice: you donât roll your eyes at him anymore, simply because you donât feel the need to. You argue with him with a smile on your face, his attempts at insulting or annoying you have started to make you laugh.
He doesnât say anything but seems to gladly welcome this change. If you get a lower grade than him on a test, he doesnât try to stick the knife in further, but genuinely offers to go over it with you later. If you give in after two hours of tearing your hair out over a German exercise and text him for help, he doesnât make fun of you. If he says something particularly arrogant or makes a really bad joke, all you need to do is give him a look, and heâll mumble an apology.Â
Could it have been like this the entire time? you wonder, watching him across the schoolyard as he and Heeseung hunt for PokĂŠmon. Just a couple months ago, you wouldâve scrunched your nose at the sight, making fun of him for his childish interests. Now, you notice the way he laughs, audible all the way to where you sit with Kazuha and Sunoo, the way he jumps excitedly and points at things only he and his friend see, and all you feel is endearment.
âLook at you, look at that,â Sunoo says as he hits you on the forehead with his metal spoon, startling you. He tuts. âYouâve got love dripping from your eyes, sweetie.â
âSunoo, thatâs disgusting.â
âLove? I know.â
âNo, your spoon. Your salivaâs all over that,â you say, and all he does is eat another mouthful of his yogurt while staring wide-eyed right at you. When you look back at Jongseong, heâs high-fiving Heeseung. You wonder which creature heâs caught now. In the library yesterday, he spent thirty minutes showing you every single one he had captured so far instead of revising for the upcoming Physics test.
âYeah, we know youâd like someone elseâs saliva more,â Kazuha chimes in, and the two of them snort.
âItâs not like that,â you say, biting into an apple slice.
âOh yeah? Whatâs it like, then?â Kazuha asks.
âWeâre⌠becoming friends,â you say, but youâre not sure who youâre trying to convince more.
âY/N, Iâve had to watch the two of you giggling to yourselves in the library one too many times to believe youâre friends. I know your homeworkâs not that funny,â Sunoo argues.
âFriends can giggle with each other!â you exclaim, but your friends are inflexible.
âI would tell you to get yourself together if you giggled at me like that,â he says.
âI saw you twirl your hair the other day,â Kazuha adds.
âI neverâWhen?!â
She shrugs. âThe other day.â
You deflate, crushed under your friendsâ accusations. âI wouldnât twirl my hairâŚâ you mumble. You decide to busy yourself with your apple slices, not even bothering to find out what Kazuha and Sunoo start snickering and elbowing each other about.
âHey,â a familiar voice greets, making you look up. Jongseong smiles at you and steals an apple slice from your tupperware as he sits down next to you, Heeseung across from him.
âHi, Jong,â you say, sitting up straighter. You offer a piece of fruit to Heeseung but he declines, saying he doesnât like apples without peanut butter.
In front of you, your friends exchange a look, and youâre immediately terrified of what theyâll do next. Leaning in, they place their elbows on the table, and Kazuha starts them off. âJay, you and Y/N know each other pretty well, right?â
Jongseong glances at you, eyes wide. âUh, sure.â
âHave you ever noticed her, say, twirling her hair?â Sunoo asks, tilting his head innocently at the poor boy by your side.
Youâve never seen him look so confused. âUm, yeah, she does that when sheâs concentrating on something, sometimesâŚâ
They lean back. âHuh,â Kazuha says, studying Jongseongâs face.
âInteresting. Very interesting,â Sunoo says, slowly nodding.
You glare at your friends. âSee, thatâs different,â you tell them. âI was concentrating on something, not doing⌠whatever you guys had in mind.â
Jongseong looks at you. âWhat did they have in mind?â
You answer before either of them can dig your grave any deeper. âNothing. Itâs nothing. We were just having a stupid conversation.â You muster your most convincing smile, and the subject is finally dropped.
No one says anything for a few moments, until Heeseung decides to speak up: âYou shouldâve seen Jay earlier, Y/N. He caught this super rare version of Pikachu earlier, it was awesome.â
âDudeâŚâ Jongseong murmurs.
âWhat?â Heeseung asks, his enthusiasm quickly dissolving into confusion. Jongseong just shakes his head. Thankfully for all of you, the bell rings then, and you head to class. The three of them walk in front of you while you and Jongseong fall back a step.
âWhy were you guys sitting outside? Itâs freezing today,â he asks you. Walking side-by-side like this, you canât help but notice the inches he has over you, the broadness of his shoulders in comparison to yours.
âThey turned the heat way too high in the cafeteria, so we came outside for some fresh air,â you explain. Heâs right, the air is chilly todayâitâs a few days into December, and the temperatures have been accordingly low.
âArenât you cold?â
Your heart skips a beat. One of the side effects of not being at each otherâs throat anymore was that you got more and more often to be privy to this side of Jongseongâattentive, considerate, kind. What you once thought were his moral attempts at not being so mean to you all the time, you found out was actually his real nature. He wasnât a prick who was sometimes nice, he was a nice person who turned into a prick with you. Whether the fault lay on him or you was another debate.
âNo, Iâm alright,â you say, but your body decides to betray you and makes you sneeze three times in a row.
âBless you,â Jongseong says, laughing. âHere.â You try to stop him, pushing his hands away, but he takes his gloves off and forces them in your palms.
âIâm going to be inside for the next four hours, Jong, Iâll be fine. Keep them.â
âNo, itâs okay. Just so you can warm up quicker.â
You eventually give in, putting the gloves over your hands, laughing at the extra fabric that hangs off the tip of your fingers. But when you look at Jongseongâs now-bare hands, something catches your attention. Stopping in the hallway, you grab one of them, examining the cuts on his knuckles. âYou need to wear hand cream, Jong, your hands are too chapped.â
He lets you turn his hand over, smooth over his skin, do the same thing with his other hand. âMen donât wear hand cream,â he says, a grin on his lips.
You burst out laughing. âI think thatâs the stupidest thing Iâve ever heard you say.â
âSeriously, though, I donât like the way it feels. Too sticky.â
âYou just need to get a quick-absorption one.â Then, you make the terrible mistake of looking up from his hand and meeting his eyesâyou gasp silently, his gaze and soft smile transporting you right back to that night, the images of 28-year-old and 18-year-old Jongseong mixing into each other, becoming indistinct from each other. Your gaze drifts down to his lips â chapped, too, when theyâre usually plumper, rosier â and his hand, still in yours, balls into a fist. The second bell rings and you both take a step back, eyes meeting again for a brief moment before looking down at the floor. With uncharacteristically shy, embarrassed words of parting, you make your separate ways to your next classes.
âThat was beautiful, Y/N,â Sunoo says, waiting for you by the door, and you walk past him without so much as a glance.
âI donât wanna talk about it.â
--
sunoo jay and y/n almost kissed earlier
kazuha WHAAAAT
you KIM SUNOO.
kazuha WHEN?????
sunoo right before class after the lunch break y/n was sooo embarrassed afterwards lol
you we did NOT almost kiss youâre talking out of your ass
kazuha i canât believe i missed this fml
you YOU DIDNT MISS ANYTHING NOTHING HAPPENED
sunoo be serious u guys weâre standing inches apart
you were* and no we werenât
sunoo oh stfu it was autocorrect i saw it w my own eyes y/n⌠you WERE literally holding his hand and staring into those beautiful eyes of his
kazuha sunoo�
sunoo what canât a man acknowledge another manâs objective attractiveness if i was y/n i wouldâve folded the moment i saw him
you literally one of the first times he talked to me was to make fun of my handwriting
sunoo yeah heâs on his tsundere shit i fw it
you âŚ
sunoo anyways zuha you shouldve seen it when the bell rang they practically leaped away from each other and u didnt know what to do w yourselves afterwards likeeee it was so obvi what you both were thinking of
kazuha cuuuute
you i resent these accusations.
sunoo istg if u dont kiss him next time i will
kazuha ???
you SUNOO?
sunoo WHAT
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Something happens a few days before the start of winter break.
Ms. Schumacher is absent, gone off to Germany to visit her family thereâshe has enough seniority in the school that they let her abandon her responsibilities as a teacher once in a while. A week is too short a period of time for them to bother finding a substitute. Itâs usually your last class of the day, but you have to wait around for your dad to be done working, so while most of your classmates have gone home early, you sit with about six other people in the unsupervised study room, absent-mindedly jotting down tid-bits of dialogue for your new story idea, too preoccupied with Jongseongâs absence to really pay attention to anything else. Itâs fifteen minutes after the hour, but heâs nowhere to be found, although you know for a fact that he takes those weird Molecular Gastronomy cooking classes your Chemistry teacher offers for extra credit every Thursday after school, so he should be here. And anyways, if heâd gone home, he wouldâve texted you something like, Have fun sitting around for an hour, Iâm gonna go do awesome stuff with Heeseung, even if awesome stuff meant playing Mario Kart or drinking Sprite and holding a two-person burping contest.
Youâre so engrossed in your own thoughts that you pay no mind to the sudden ding of a phone in the room, followed by some gasps and heated whispers. The exchanged words go through one ear and out the otherâThere was a fight? In the locker rooms? It must be bad if they were sent to the nurse before the principal⌠Huh? Over who? So he took both of them on? Damn, I didnât know Jay got like that. He seems so well-behaved.
Your head whips up at the mention of your friendâs name. âJay? Did something happen to him?â you ask out loud, the whispers dying down immediately as everybody stares at you.Â
Gaeul, who was in your class last year, is the only one who answers you. Holding up and waving her phone, she says, âThey say he got into a fight.â
Jongseong? A fight? It sounds like a practical joke. He admitted to you he once started crying watching Heeseung playing Call of Duty, it was so violent. You shake your head. âHe-he did? With who?â
Gaeul and the girl next to her exchange a concerned, almost guilty look. âJake and Sunghoon.â The crease between your eyebrows deepened. You donât need to ask anything else before she adds, âTheyâre at the nurseâs station. It sounds pretty badâŚâ
Thatâs enough for you to leap out of your chair and run to the nurseâs station. It seems the news has spread impossibly quickly among your year groupâeven Kazuha and Sunoo are already blowing your phone, asking you if youâve heard, if you know how Jay is. You ignore them, reminding yourself to text them back later, until one message from Sunoo in particular catches your attention: It apparently started because Sunghoon said something about you, Y/N. Theyâre saying Jay got angry.
The nurse is busy on the phone when you get there, her back to the entrance, so youâre able to slip in unnoticed. You head to the adjoining room where the beds are, all three of them takenâyou walk by Sunghoon first, his arms crossed over his chest and pointedly not looking at you, then by Jake, who calls out your name. You glare at him and pull on the white plastic curtain that separates his bed from Jongseongâs. Theyâre already going to hear you, you donât need them seeing you on top of that.Â
Jongseong sits up with a grunt when you appear at the end of his bed. The sight of him makes your stomach flip, and not in a good way, for onceâhis left eye is swollen and circled by a deep purple bruise, shiny with ointment, thereâs a cut on his cheek, his lower lip is busted, his right hand is wrapped in bandages. âOh my God,â you whisper as you help him up, voice breaking. He stares at his hands, jaw locking when you gently place one palm on his good hand, the other on the side of his face, moving it this way and that so you can take a better look at his injuries. He winces, and you let go, resting your hand on his shoulder instead. âWhat the hell got into you?â you whisper vehemently, unable to decide if youâre worried or angry or both as tears form in your eyes.
He tries to shrug, but even that seems to hurt. âDonât shrug, Jongseong, tell me what happened.â
âIâm Jongseong again now?â he says, attempting a smile, but only one corner of his lips rises.
You sigh. Even in this state, he has to be a smart-ass. âYouâre Jong when I need a textbook, Jongseong when you get into stupid fights,â you reply, and he smiles wider but immediately winces, hand coming up to the cut on his lip. You notice that his hand is still riddled with cracks, and whether theyâre due to their dryness or to this fight doesnât matterââWait here,â you say, and go rummage through some drawers for plasters. âShe forgot some spots.â You feel Jongseongâs eyes on your face as you patch him up to the best of your abilities.
âI donât want to tell you what happened. Iâll do the job of hating these idiots for the both of us, so donât concern yourself with them,â he says, apparently not caring that the idiots in question can hear his every word.
He keeps his promiseâyou never hear another word from him about the cause of the fight.Â
Later, you find out through other means, namely Sunooâs questionably remarkable ability to unearth any and all gossip, that in the locker rooms after Phys Ed, someone had started Jake on the topic of Yunjin, who had been recently revealed as his girlfriend. Theyâd apparently kept it secret because it was just fooling around at first, and only later had gotten serious enough for them to parade around the school as the couple.Â
It had been an unremarkable conversation until Jake said, âYou guys know Y/N from our class? She saw us in the staff parking lot once, and I was sure weâd be busted then. But she didnât tell anyone.â And just like that, the conversation turned to you, someone who was usually never a topic among these boys, jocks, soccer players, âthe kind of people who peak in high school and still have a superiority complex at forty,â as Sunoo describes them.Â
He has a harder time explaining what happened next, canât quite look you in the eye as he recounts what was said. âSo, this is what they say, apparently someone said that you used to be obsessed with Sunghoon, then with Jake, and Sunghoon said you⌠Well, he said you were pathetic, that asshole, and that you had been so easy to lead on, then Jake joined in, saying the same things, basically, how funny it was seeing you so obviously in love with him when he would never give you a chanceâŚâ He looks at you worriedly, but you tell him to go on. âAnd so thatâs when Jay got up and just straight-up punched Jake in the face. And while Jake was trying to figure out what happened, Jay punched Sunghoon, and then they both got on him, pushing him, but when he wouldnât stop throwing punches, they started fighting, too. I think they all got some good ones in before the other boys were able to break them apart and the P.E. teacher arrivedâŚâ
But that would be later. Now, sitting with Jongseong in the nurseâs station, tears falling onto the plasters you place on his hand, nothing matters but him. You donât need the detailsâheâs hurt, he got hurt over you, you feel as though every cut on his body may well have been done by your own hand. Youâve never felt so guilty for something you didnât do. Your voice trembles when you speak; youâre unable to look at him, at his busted eye. âI just donât want you to get hurt for me.â
Without missing a beat, he says, âWhat else would I get hurt for?â
You can only meet his eyes for a split second. Even like this, he manages to look at you with the same softness that has haunted you since the night you met 28-year-old Jongseong, that has rendered all thoughts of anything other than him meaningless since the day your gaze drifted down to his lips just weeks ago. âJongâŚâ is all you can mutter as you look down at your hands holding each othersâ, your lips trembling.
He raises his bandaged hand, still not used to his dominant side being ineffective for now, then lowers it when he realizes. Clumsily, he pats your hair with his left hand. âDonât cry, pleaseâŚâ
Jakeâs head pops out from behind the curtain. âY/N, Iâm really sorryââ
âNot right now, man,â Jay quickly interrupts. Jake pathetically disappears behind the curtain again.
âJust promise me you wonât do this again.â
âY/NâŚâ
âPromise me,â you say, more demanding this time, sticking out your pinky finger. Jay, hesitant, looks between your outstretched finger and your face a few times, but eventually gives in.
The nurse, upon coming to check on the boys, catches you with Jongseong and chases you out immediately. You sulk back to study hall, where everyoneâs head perks up the moment you walk in. âTheyâre okay,â you reassure vaguely, and unenthusiastically answer their many questions. Itâs only a few minutes until the bell rings, and youâre free to go then.
--
jong so⌠guess who got a five-day suspension
you you idiot what did your parents say?
jong theyâre not happy i have to do all the household chores for a month
you boo-hoo
jong not sure why i came here thinking iâd get some comfortâŚ
you ⌠are you feeling better?
jong a little bit the nurse gave us some really strong painkillers but iâm okay because thereâs a pretty girl thatâs going to drop off the homework for me after school every day :)
you oh did you ask chaewon to do that?
jong um no i was talking about you ..if thatâs okay
you haha i know i just wanted you to say it straight up
jong ykw maybe i should just ask chaewon
you iâll see you tomorrow jong!!
jong :) see you tomorrow prettyÂ
 --
The months that separate your return to school and graduation come and go in the blink of an eye. Jongseong canât come to school the last day before the holidays or the first four days after, and heâs grounded in-between. Things change bit by bit with every day you visit himâTo give him the homework, you tell his parents, although there isnât much to do when the semester isnât in full swing, and you couldâve easily sent him pictures. The first time, you spend more time scouring the pictures and trinkets in his room than actually talking to him, and awkwardly give him a half-hug when he tells you he wonât be able to hang out at all during the break before practically running out of his house, your heart beating a thousand miles a minute from the innocent contact. By the fourth time, you lie together on his bed and talk about your plans for college, your hands sitting centimeters apart on the navy sheets. You havenât dared touch his hand since that day in the nurseâs station.
Youâre window-shopping with Kazuha when you spot the hand cream you had seen yourself gifting Jongseong in your well-given vision. Buying it is one thing, actually giving it to him is another, an awkward, stuttery situation in which the wrapping done by the store employee suddenly seems over-the-top and out-of-place. But Jongseong seems to like itâitâs the last day of his suspension, his black eye is now a yellow-ish color, he can smile without risking splitting his lip in two. He applies it immediately, tells you heâll make sure to wear it every day until the end of winter. You find yourself wishing there was something you could give him for every season so he wouldnât go a day without thinking of you. When you leave, he bashfully thanks you for making sure he doesnât fall behind and says heâs excited to see you at school the next day. You hardly know what to do with yourself, so you squeak out a âme tooâ and slip out the door.
His first day back is a Friday. It starts with Mathematics, a class in which you sit by each other. You remember the first week of classes when Kazuha and Sunoo had ran to sit with each other, expressly because they knew that if he saw you were sitting alone, heâd take the seat next to you, just to better torment you all year. Youâd resented it then; it couldnât make you happier now. Your body is humming with nervous energy, your foot tapping relentlessly against the tiled floor. When he appears in the doorframe, you wave at him as if heâd forgotten his seat in three weeks of absence. His elbow brushes against yours as he sits down.
Between the two of you, friendship blossoms over these months. To the detriment of everyone around you, you continue to bicker as you always have, but itâs now clearly done out of habit, out of affection, even, than out of actual dislike of each other. He and Heeseung slowly integrate your small group of three, and before you know it, it feels as though there have always been five of you. Together, you welcome spring.
In January, to thank you for helping him to pick out his momâs birthday present, Jongseong treats you to some tteokbokki, which you said youâd been craving all week. He orders the spiciest one, then has to take a sip of water between every bite. You laugh at his teary eyes and red face while you devour the bright red rice cakes easily.Â
In February, he makes a show of giving you and Kazuha and Heeseung and Sunoo some homemade chocolates, saying itâs a friend thing. You find out that evening that the others each have five in their boxâthere are twenty in yours. Itâs one of the things that makes you second guess what sort of feelings he has for you. For years, youâve been convinced he harbored strong feelings of disdain for you; now, he seems to enjoy your friendship. Youâre scared to read too much into anything, because if Jongseong is well-liked throughout school, itâs for a reason: heâs nice. To everyone. Even to you, too, nowadays. But if nice is giving five chocolates, what is giving twenty?
A sudden realization hits you in MarchâJongseong appears at your door, drenched from the rain, a bag of your favorite snacks in hand. âYou werenât at school today. I had to find out you were sick from Kazuha,â he says as if she was a random classmate of yours and not your best friend, as if he should be the first to know about these kinds of things. Your mom rushes him in, finds him so charming in the five minutes they converse that she decides he should stay over for dinner, and as you watch him laughing with her, you think, I havenât thought of 28-year-old Jongseong in ages. Iâve only thought of you. And although you can trace the start of your feelings to that dream-like experience you had, you can now say with confidence that itâs not the only reason for them.
College application results come out in April, right on his birthday. The five of you celebrate together at an American-style diner, gorging yourselves on crispy bacon and chocolate chip pancakes. Kazuha is going back to Japan, almost a decade after moving to South KoreaââIâm gonna miss you guys, but I miss takoyaki and my grandma more right now.â Heeseung has been accepted into the Engineering department at the countryâs top university. You, Sunoo and Jongseong are all heading to the same place: you for Screenwriting, which youâve known since you were one of the winners of the scholarship contest last October, Sunoo for Communications, whatever that is, and Jongseong for European History and Literature with a minor in German, that freak. Itâs a good university, and itâs not far from home. The way Jongseong tells you about his acceptance sticks with you: he doesnât say, They accepted me, too, or, Iâm going to the same university as you. He says, Weâll be together.
May is filled with afternoons at the park when you should all be studying for exams. Your mom keeps asking when sheâs going to see âthat wonderful boyâ again. Your friendship with Jongseong has given him new ways of teasing youâafter four years of near-kleptomaniac tendencies, heâs finally stopped stealing your erasers and has instead started to let his gaze linger on your face, to call you pretty when you least expect it, to tuck your hair behind your ear. You hate it most when he asks you whether thereâs something from your romance novels or movies that you want him to recreate. âIs there a field big enough nearby that I can walk through at the break of dawn, Mister Darcy-style?â heâll say, or âIâve always wanted to try that upside-down kiss from Spider-Man. Itâs a classic, really.âÂ
Summer comes early in June. You need to bring a two-liter water bottle and a hand fan to your exams, and youâve never felt such relief as when it was all over. After endless pictures with your parents and siblings, just your parents, just your siblings, then Kazuha and Sunoo, together, then separately, then with Heeseung and Jongseong as well, Kazuha forces you and Jongseong together, watching with a smile as he shyly wraps an arm around your waist and you awkwardly throw up a peace sign. Itâs your first picture of just the two of you.
In July, you and Jongseong unlock a new first: saying goodbye. Heâs leaving to stay with his American family as he does every summer. You show up at his house the day before at four p.m. âto help him pack,â you say, but itâs Jongseong, and he finished packing two days ago. So instead, you sit on his desk chair, he on his bed, and you fight back tears. âYouâre coming back, right?â you ask, like heâs leaving to go to war and not Seattle. Amusement and affection flicker in his eyes. âOf course I am. I wouldnât throw four more years of being a pain in your ass away, would I?â he says, and you smile, because you know itâs going to be much more than four years.
But he doesnât just leave you with a few nice words. Avoiding your gaze, he hands you an envelope. Inside is a single ticket, a two-month membership for your cityâs arthouse cinema that you can only go to when they have student deals or when your parents have had enough of your begging. You canât even begin to imagine how much this mustâve cost. âJongâŚâ you murmur, in awe at the thin slip of paper between your hands. âThis is incredible. Thank you so much.â
Jongseong looks down at his feet, fighting a smile as he kicks the invisible rocks that obviously litter the floor of his bedroom. âI thought youâd get bored without me around, so, that way you can entertain yourself, I guess⌠And if you run into any film bros next year, youâll have seen as many pretentious movies as them.â
You burst into laughter then, and, without thinking, wrap your arms around his neck, thanking him over and over again. It takes him a second, but he wraps his arms around your waist and says itâs no big deal.
As you walk down the path from your house, he calls out your name. âDonât be a stranger,â he says.
You smile. âNever.â
So, heâs not here for summer. Kazuha is working in her parentsâ ramen restaurant to make some money before leaving, even Heeseung leaves two weeks into July for Seoul to visit some relatives there and get accustomed to life in the big city. You only get to laze around with Sunoo, but even he eventually leaves for his grandparentsâ house by the sea, making you promise youâll come visit him at some point, otherwise heâll âdie of boredom.âÂ
Itâs August now, and your brain and body alike buzz with restlessness. You go to the cinema almost every day, making the best of your subscription. If youâre not going around your house looking for spider webs with your vacuum cleaner, youâre riding random bus lines and discovering parts of your town youâve never set foot in before. If youâre not making your way through your never-ending pile of unread books, youâre creating your own stories, finally taking the time to properly outline and draft the one-line ideas youâve had sitting in your Notes app, preparing yourself for the start of your degree. Your mind is taken up with love stories. From Romeo & Juliet to Dirty Dancing to Book Lovers, you canât get enough of the genre. You become particularly obsessed with stories involving time travel, rewatching After Time and Lovely Runner like they contain some precious knowledge. By the end of the month, youâve turned your life into an eight-episode TV seriesâa desperate girl makes a wish on a star only to discover she is fated to marry the one boy she hates most. You know youâd watch that. You send Sunoo and Kazuha the pilot, and after calling you insane numerous times but also heaping on praises, Sunoo says this: lol your going through jay withdrawals.
It shakes you so much youâre not even compelled to message back youâre*.
But heâs not wrong. The more you let yourself admit it, the more you realize how true it is: you miss Jongseong. You text once in a while, youâve even stayed up late talking on the phone a couple of times, but you miss him, his corporeal form, having his gaze on you, having the possibility but never the courage to touch him. Every day, thereâs something you want to tell him about. The cats huddling around a young neighborhood kid as he pours milk into a bowl, the clearance sale at your local library, most books for one buck only, the actor from an 90s Hong Kong film you swear has the exact same smile as him. You donât want to bother him, so you write letters instead. Some you send, some you donâtâthe ones you keep hidden in your drawer usually hint too obviously at your feelings for him. Some of them donât just hint and contain lines of your declarations: I miss you, everything I see reminds me of you, I want to check that your bruises have healed completely even though the last trace of them faded months ago. You keep these letters a secret, even from Sunoo and Kazuha, who would never let you live down such woebegone, down bad behavior.
You do it because it feels good, getting all of your feelings out on paper. Youâre a romantic at heart, so youâre prone to over-exaggeration when it comes to things like theseâbut everything that you write remains based in truth. Youâd started with a postcard of your hometown, jokingly writing, Donât forget where you came from. How is it over there? and heâd actually replied with a postcard of his own, filling it from top to bottom. You easily went from these small postcards to multiple pages of stream-of-consciousness-like writing. You think itâs the most romantic thing youâve ever doneâalthough youâre not sure he feels the same way, considering he still writes to the German pen pal Ms. Schumacher had assigned him in your first year of high school. No one elseâs correspondence had lasted more than four months because sheâd immediately forgotten to make sure you kept in touch regularly.
I ran into Jake Sim at the city library, you write one day. Youâve replied to everything in his latest letter, so youâre now catching him up on your recent adventures. He was checking out some books about Linguistics, of all thingsâhe bought me bubble tea afterwards and told me that the injury he got last April was actually a relief. Did you know his father was a big name in soccer here? Apparently, he never wanted to be a soccer player that badly, and he wants to do Linguistics and Social Anthropology, who wouldâve guessed it. Heâs like Troy Bolton if High School Musical was about Humanities and not singing. Anyways, you probably donât want me to go on and on about him, so I wonât, but we did talk about that fight you guys had back in December. He apologized for it, to you and me both, although he didnât go into much detail â Sunoo is still the only one whoâs had the balls to tell me exactly what happened, and he wasnât even there! â and I was reticent at first, but he seemed genuine. He said he didnât even hang out with Sunghoon or Yunjin or any of those people anymore, that it was only out of convenience really, and that he hopes starting university will be like turning over a new leaf. Well, he could be full of shit, who knows. As I sat there listening to him I wondered what it was I used to see in him. Heâs nice enough, but we only spoke about him for the entire hour. He asked me no questions that werenât âand you?â so it was a bit exhausting.Â
But it got me thinking about your fight again. Reflecting on it now, I can say that it was a turning point for me in my perception of you.
You look at your words, smiling to yourselfâthis is one of the times where you find yourself erring from the topic at hand, instead indulging in sappiness and nostalgia. You write about how your opinion of Jongseong has changed over these months, how it wasnât seeing him as your husband in all those years that had really shaken things up, but rather that day in the nurseâs station, the frightening colors around his eye, his attitude like it was natural that he would get hurt like this for you. You write, Have I been wrong about you this whole time? I thought you harbored the same negative feelings towards me as I had you since the moment youâd laid eyes on me, but all of a sudden, here you were, bloody, bandaged hand holding mine. Even with your busted eye, you looked like an angel next to all that white in the nurseâs station. Iâll never forget your words that day. Would you really not get hurt for anything else, Jong?
âIâm going to the Post Office for a package soon, Y/N. Are you done with your letter?â your mom calls from the staircase landing.
âGive me five minutes!â you call back.
You forage through your drawer for a new sheet of paper and re-write your letter, making sure to leave any compromising parts out and fold both letters into neat squaresâone that will cross the seas and reach Jongseong, one that will live out its days in the darkness of your crowded drawer. Youâve run out of envelopes, so you go look for one in your parentsâ office. Your mom calls out your name again, impatient to leave â if she sends her package off before twelve p.m., it will get to the receiver tomorrow, and sheâs hell-bent on getting perfect five-star Vinted reviews â so you hurriedly put your letter in the envelope, close it, stamp it, and write Jongseongâs name and address on the back. The other letter you absent-mindedly throw in your drawer with the dozens of other letters in which youâd crossed the line.
--
A few weeks later, like an apparition, Jongseong stands before you again.
Heâs tanner from months under the Washington sun, from afternoons spent at his familyâs lake house, on their boat. His hair is slightly shorter and suits him even better; you donât recognize any of the clothes he wears. He grumbles as his mother goes back-and-forth between hugging him, staring at him worriedly and reminding him to call at least twice a week while his father unpacks the trunk. âIâll only be a thirty-minute train ride away, Mom,â he says.Â
Heâs still Jong.
You moved in yesterday, and youâre now waiting for your new roommate, who, after five minutes of deliberating whether she should bring a jacket or not and finally decided against it, changed her mind the minute she stepped outside.Â
Itâs been two months since you last saw him. Shortly after sending your letter, youâd gone to stay with Sunooâs grandparents for a week, just a day before he was set to come back from Seattle. Amid packing and other preparations, you havenât had time to see each other. Is it okay if I respond to your letter in person? I think Iâll be too busy these two coming weeks, he texted you. You replied that it wasnât a problem, you told him which dorm youâd been assigned and found out his was the one next door.
When he notices you staring, he does a double-take. You wave at him, and even from this distance, you see the blush that creeps up his neck and takes over his face as he shyly waves back. Youâve never seen him like thisâheâs always been either arrogant or friendly, never⌠flustered. He makes a motion as if to say, Iâll text you, and heads inside the building with his parents and all of his luggage. Â
Indeed, he texts you some hours later while youâre sharing a piece of strawberry and matcha cake with your roommate Liz, whom you find out is half-GermanâJongseong and your dad would probably love her for that simple fact. Some of the first things sheâd asked you were what your astrological signs were and whether you wanted her to pull tarot cards for you when she was all done setting up her side of the room. Between that and her dyed blonde hair, youâd felt comfortable telling her all about Jongseong, the well and your dream. Unlike your skeptical and sarcastic friends, sheâd nodded along to your every word, a serious expression on her face. âA sign from the universe,â sheâd called it, and she gasped in excitement when his name appeared on your screen.
He sends you a link to a freshersâ week event, some potted plant sale happening on the main campus square, and asks if youâre free to go with him tomorrow. I need something to liven up that depressing room, he writes.
So thatâs how you find yourselves among green plants of all shapes and sizes, searching for one thatâs both low-maintenance and appealing to the eye. Youâre glad that you have something to actually doâif you were just sitting at a cafĂŠ and having a conversation, youâre not sure youâd be able to stand the awkwardness. Youâd chalked up his behavior on the day of his move-in to nerves, or to surprise upon seeing you so unexpectedly. But apparently, it wasnât a one-time thing. He keeps clearing his throat as if he were sick with some cold, wonât look into your eyes for more than split seconds at a time, and in complete opposition to his usual confident, deliberate speech, talks in a quick and disorderly manner. And heâs either really caught a cold, or his ears have just permanently turned red. You ask him if somethingâs wrong a couple times, but he violently shakes his head, says, âNo, what could be wrong?â then looks at you as if you might tell him whatâs wrong.
When youâre alone again, you wonder what on earth could have happened over the summer that could make him change his behavior with you so radically. Did something happen in Seattle? Maybe he met someone there and doesnât know how to tell you. Maybe you went overboard with your letters, he doesnât want to be friends anymore, he wants to let you down easy but doesnât know how to tell you. Or maybeâmaybe you got impossibly pretty during those two months, and absence does make the heart grow fonder, as they say, and every thought you have about him, he has about you, but he doesnât know how to tell you.
In any case, heâs hiding something.
The theory that he might want to stop being friends soon falls flatâthe invitations to other freshersâ events keep coming, be it free wine & pizza taster sessions from the Wine Society, karaoke nights with the Taylor Swift Society or a shark movie marathon with the Bad Film Society, and he never turns you down when you tell him thereâs something you want to visit in this new city of yours, even when the thing you want to visit in question is a bakery you have to queue in front of at seven a.m. if you want to get a pain au chocolat. In your defense, they turn out to be the best ones you and Jongseong have ever triedâalthough, to be fair, neither of you has been to France.
Things progressively return to normal. Heâs able to make eye contact for more than three seconds again, he listens carefully and laughs along when you tell him about your week by the sea with Sunoo, he fills you in on what Heeseungâs been up to. One thing remains different, howeverâwhen you throw quips at him, he usually wouldâve delighted in coming up with a better, wittier response, but now, he���ll roll his eyes at best, look at you amusedly and stay silent at worst. âWonât you even entertain me?â you ask him once, to which he replies that youâre doing a good job entertaining yourself as is.Â
Instead, he becomes more earnest. As per usual you badger him with questions like Arenât I so pretty right now? or Isnât my outfit so cute today? to get a reaction out of him, and if during your high school days heâd either fake a puking sound or look you up and down and grumble I guess, he now smiles and simply says Yes, you are, Yes, it is. It seems impossible to keep track of his attitude: one day, heâs one thing, the next, heâs another person entirely.Â
It annoys you. You take his changing demeanor to mean that now that heâs a college student, he wonât indulge in your childish squabbles anymore, as though he was above all of that now, when just three months ago he was stalking your parentsâ Facebooks to find unfavorable photos of you from when you were thirteen and using them as reaction pictures in your friendsâ group chat. You think of your graduation day, of the box heâd given you, all done up in wrapper paper and a bowâhe had filled it with every eraser heâd stolen from you over the years, heâd even gone so far as to date every single one of them, from the second of October freshman year to the twenty-eighth of November of your senior year. You didnât count them, but there had to be at least a hundred. At the time, youâd just thought it was funnyâbut what if the gesture had meant something deeper than youâd realized? What if he was marking the end of something with that box? No more playing around, weâre adults now. But classes have barely started, you donât know your way to the off-campus library, you arenât a different person to who you were just weeks or even months earlier. Why is he acting like he is? You look at him, and you see the boy whose fault it was you had to buy a new eraser every weekâwho knows how many books you couldâve bought with that money. But when he turns to look at you, too, and your eyes meet, youâre suddenly assailed with the memories of that night, the kind eyes, the soft smile.Â
Does his future capacity to love me already exist in his heart?
Your heartbeat speeds up and you have to look away.
--
From your letters, it seems to be much hotter back home than in Seattleâyou talk of sunburns, of afternoons spent inside with the fan on maximum speed, of ice melting instantly and watering down your Coke Zeros, whereas Jay can walk around the city pleasantly and needs to bring a jacket if heâll be out until late after sundown. And yet, as he reads your latest letter, his skin prickles feverishly, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. Heâd excitedly torn the envelope open the second it arrived in the mail, heart thumping as he counted the pages, at least three more than usual â he was always happy that you wanted to talk to him at all, so the fact that you had this much to tell him sent him over the moon â but he would have never expected what was awaiting him inside.
With a smile on his face, he read your replies to the questions heâd asked you last time, your reactions to everything he told you about, the live Mariners game, the lake house, the rides on the boat. He imagined you as you sat at your desk in your room heâd only seen once, when youâd held a small party for your birthday and he, having arrived first, was honored with a tour of your house. He imagined your smile, the way you played with your hair when you focused on something, wondered whether you pondered every word before you wrote it down as he did or whether you poured your thoughts out onto the page without hesitation. His smile faltered when Jake Simâs name appeared in your neat handwriting, but he was relieved to find out your description of him now was miles away from the one at the start of the school year.Â
Then you start writing about him. Him, Park Jongseong, and your words startle him so much, itâs like heâd forgotten he was the recipient of this letter in the first place.
But it got me thinking about your fight again. Reflecting on it now, I can say that it was a turning point for me in my perception of you.Â
Heâs been lying comfortably in his bed, but he sits up the moment his eyes take in these words. If there is one topic the two of you have practically never broached, itâs this exactly: your relationship, the changes itâs gone through this past year. Except for a few mentions made in jest here and there, youâve always conveniently ignored the fact that not so long ago, you were at each otherâs throats. At least, you were at his throat, and Jay let you be, let you think the hatred went both ways, when in reality all he wanted was to keep you close one way or another. To him, anything was better than indifference.
But here you are, writing about how you feel about him, not in hints, not in jokes, but actually telling him black and white what goes through your head when you think of himâin other words, everything heâs been dying to know ever since he met you and especially ever since you started warming up to him a few months ago.
I have never told you about that night because I know itâll just be more fodder for you to endlessly tease me, and I havenât even mentioned it in these letters that I write and donât send. Sometimes I debate the ethics of itâif I know something about our futures, isnât it right that you know, too? But then again, I still hesitate whether what happened was real or not. As with anything, the more time passes, the more I forget about it. What kind of cheese youâd put on the pasta, the movie that played in the background, whether the stairs were carpeted or woodedâthese details have evaded me by now. All I clearly remember is your face and how I felt, seeing it then, seeing it the next day at school, ten years younger, the same exact person in what felt like a different universe. As much as I tried to deny it, I know now that it was no coincidenceâI was talking about it with Sunoo and he said that sometimes, we want something so badly, we conjure it up for ourselves. Heâs not always a dimwit. And heâs right, the kind of love I felt from you in that dream â or not-dream â Iâve yearned for it ever since I first watched Pride & Prejudice, the 2005 film to be precise, when I was ten. But with you? That was what I couldnât believe at first. I donât think I need to explain whyâyou were there, I think you knew how I felt about you for over three years, itâs not like I tried to hide it.
Then you turned up and the sight of you was enough to bring back all the feelings from that dream. You mustâve wondered why my behavior with you switched so suddenlyâwell, a glimpse into marital bliss is sometimes enough for a girl to make some changes in her life. Yet I valiantly tried to convince myself that any flutter of my heart around you was due to this stupid dream, to a version of you my brain had conjured up because it was starved for affection, and you happened to be at the forefront of my mind, even if not for the right reasons. But it was no use. I had entertained the possibility that this future was really mine, and I couldnât go back to seeing you as the boy who annoyed the living daylights out of me.
But Jong, if you werenât you, I wouldâve been confused for a week and then I wouldâve gotten over it. I stayed confused for a while, and everything you did only served to confuse me further. I started to notice you more, to see you for who you were and not for the idea I had constructed of you in my head, I stopped taking note of only the things that reinforced this idea. And that changed everything.
Letâs get it out of the way: as much as I hate to admit it because it proves you right, I saw that you are indeed devastatingly handsome. It devastates me every time I have to look at that stupid, wonderful face of yours. And if aging is something youâre worried about, donât be. Iâve seen you at 28, and letâs just say that your jaw somehow only gets more chiseled. Iâve realized that you donât just participate in class to be a prick â except for when you contradict me in Literature, I know you only do that to piss me off, and yes, it works â but that you actually care about what we learn and that you donât want the teacher to feel like theyâre talking to a classroom full of students made out of bricks. Iâve also realized that you didnât specifically pick German to be the one subject where you must beat me at all costs, you just actually really like German, even if Iâm still undetermined as to why. And I can finally admit to myselfâyou are funny. Sometimes. There were so many times I had to stop myself from laughing at one of your idiotic puns because I could not bear to give you the satisfaction. That feeling when the worst person you know makes a funny joke, and all that. And as much as Iâve mocked you for it, I do actually like your laugh. I like that youâre only loud when you laugh, or sneeze, or get excited over something. You donât scream, you donât get angry, and I think thatâs a lot for a boy fresh out of puberty. Or for any boy, really.Â
But above all, youâre kind, Jong. I think itâs the best thing about you. I think itâs the best thing anyone can be. I see it in your patience with Heeseung when he starts one of his rants better reserved for Reddit than real life, I see it in the way you took Sunoo and Kazuha in stride, even though theyâre a bit rough around the edges sometimes, I see it in the way you guide the freshmen at the start of every year, when all anyone does is complain about them, I see it in the gentleness with which you let down the girls who confess to you, even the more persistent ones. I used to think they were crazy, but I understand them more than ever now. I also used to think that all those kindnesses meant that the ones you occasionally showed me meant nothing more than thatâoccasional kindnesses. You were just a nice guy, occasionally so to me. But you sort of ratted yourself out when you gave me those twenty chocolates for Valentineâs.
Or, really, what made things clearer was that fight in December. I guess I was wrongâyou do get angry. I remember a thought I had at the time: just when I think I know you, you do something to shake it all up. You punched two of the star soccer players of our school in the face because they said some mean, unimportant things about me. Thinking about it now, I still donât understand it. Was it another one of your acts of kindness?Â
And then I thought of those other times you helped me out. Do you remember themâthe art project, the handwritten notes after my grandma passed away, you tearing Park Sunghoon a new one in the girlsâ bathroom. Iâm sure there are many more that Iâve dismissed simply because I did not want to see you in any other light than the one Iâd decided to shine on you.Â
Maybe Iâm rewriting the past here, but Iâve been thinking about something lately. The theme today seems to be honesty, so Iâll lay myself bare and tell you something I havenât told anyone yet, not even myself. The more I write, the more I become aware of its truth. I like you, Jong. I think I have for a long time, longer than either of us thinks. Maybe thatâs why I kept buying erasers.
I donât have the best memory â I suspect iron deficiency, it runs in my momâs side of the family â but I do remember this. The first time I saw you. I havenât noticed your face changing in real time, but Iâm sure Iâd laugh at how much of a baby you looked back then. Although I didnât fare much better, Iâm sure. Well, youâre the one that has all these embarrassing pictures of me, you freak, so Iâm sure you could tell me. Moving onâŚÂ
I found you really cute. You were chatting to the person next to you, maybe it was Heeseung, I didnât look properlyâI only looked at you. Donât laugh at me. It was the first day of high school, there was a nervous energy in the air, but you seemed happy to be there. You know I donât have hordes of friends like you do, I donât walk through life with people naturally gravitating towards me. Iâm okay with it now, but it was something I struggled with back then. Kazuha, Sunoo and I have had each other since our elementary days, and I never needed more than thatâbut fifteen is the prime age for comparison, and as the weeks passed and we got used to being high schoolers, I listened to everyone sing your praises, I watched as you talked with all of our classmates, even our teachers, like you were old friends. But we sat next to each other in a couple of classes, and you wouldn't talk to me outside of partnered work. I, who wanted to be easily charmed by you like everyone else was, who thought maybe youâd help me come out of my shell. But it felt like sitting next to me was torture to you, like the boy whom I watched speak with ease to everyone else disappeared when I was around. And so â and Iâm not proud of this â every smart remark in class, every joke that had the entire class roaring, every high five you gave out in the hallway, I started to despise them. And by association, I started to despise you. After that, it was easy to find fault in everything you did, my contempt was only enhanced by everyoneâs admiration. But Iâm not alone here. It went both ways, didnât it? I donât think you liked that I didnât like you and openly showed it, so used to being everyoneâs favorite person you were. I remember how you showily tried to be nice to me after that, maybe you just wanted another friend, but I didnât let you. I donât blame us for how we acted, only for taking so long to get our heads out of our asses.
(I have to say, I also have a thing for hating people. Remind me to tell you about Na Jaemin and Shin Ryujin one of these days.)
Anyways, I think itâs because I had liked you so much at first that I could then seemingly hate you so much. But I never hated you, Jong, not really. Iâm sorry if I gave you that impression. Can I take it all back now?Â
Now that weâre entering university soon, I canât help but look back on high school. This is what I want to know, but Iâm not sure Iâll ever have the courage to ask you, because if your answer is the one I suspect, I donât know how Iâll handle all the regret in my heart.
Have I been wrong about you this whole time? I thought you harbored the same negative feelings towards me as I had you since the moment youâd laid eyes on me, but all of a sudden, here you were, bloody, bandaged hand holding mine. Even with your busted eye, you looked like an angel next to all that white in the nurseâs station. Iâll never forget your words that day. Would you really not get hurt for anything else, Jong?
Your letter abruptly ends here, no concluding remarks, no wishing him a fun time in Seattle and looking forward to his next letter, no sign-off. It was as if someone cut you off before you could say everything you wanted, but then why send him this seemingly unfinished letter? It is all the more bizarre since your letters are usually meticulous: you write on every other line, it looks like you take your time with every single letter, the only disturbance in your otherwise perfect handwriting is your going back-and-forth between cursive and script sâs. But this particular letter looks rushed, your lines are sloppy, some words need to be read a few times over to be understood. What kind of state had you been in, writing these words? Jayâs heart swells, thinking that you were as moved writing as he was reading. He even looks through your letter again, wishing to find a tear stain somewhere, but there are none. Maybe heâs been watching too many of these romantic period dramas you always go on about.
He has to pace his room when heâs done reading your letter, but he feels trapped inside these four walls, so he dashes outside, saying that heâs getting some air when his relatives ask him where heâs off to in such a rush, and walks around the block five times. When heâs back in his room, he rereads your letter, eyes taking in each and every word slowly and carefully, making sure he doesnât misread anything.
You like him. You, Y/N, like him, Jongseong, itâs a fact, itâs real, you said so yourself, you went into quite some detail about it, he canât believe it, but itâs real, itâs written right there on the page, if anyone dares tell him heâs fooling himself, he can prove them wrong, youâre the one who said it.
The smile doesnât leave his lips for the rest of the day, he can barely eat, heâs already full of happiness. He reads your words over and over before falling asleep, committing them to memory, dreaming about them, about you.
You. How should he respond to this? Are you even expecting a response? You seem to know heâs not impartial to you, either, although thatâs an understatement.Â
In the following days, the thought that you hadnât meant to send him this letter nags at him. The abrupt ending, the absence of your usual Love, Y/N. The fact that this had come out of left fieldânone of your previous letters had even a romantic undertone, no matter how he tried in his own to hint at his missing you, the most reference to seeing each other again you would give him was Itâll be better to show you this in real life. The act of sending letters itself didnât feel very platonic, but you never went there, so he didnât, either. He had secretly yearned to have you this close all these years, he would never forgive himself if he ended up chasing you away now with his over-eagerness.
You had landed on something very real in your letter: I donât think you liked that I didnât like you and openly showed it, so used to being everyoneâs favorite person you were. I remember how you showily tried to be nice to me after that, maybe you just wanted another friend, but I didnât let you. He cursed his fifteen-year-old self, that idiot who couldnât even speak to a girl no matter how much he wanted to, just because she was so pretty, he was afraid of saying something stupid and messing it up before it even had a chance to start.
On days when youâd had particularly nasty or petty arguments â it could get pretty bad, at the start, before you both started maturing and realized how ridiculous you were, especially with your classmates telling you to keep it classy â heâd stay up all night, wondering why you hated him so much in the first place, what on Earth he couldâve done to warrant such vitriol. Now, finally, he knew, and he could only resent the fact that no one had invented time machines yet, so he could nip his useless ego in the bud; so he could tell younger Jay not to take it personally, that you had your reasons for disliking him, that even if you hadnât, the world wonât end if someone doesnât like him like everyone usually does.Â
Because, he hates to admit, that was what had done it for Jay. He couldnât stand that someone â not just someone, but one of the prettiest girls heâd ever seen, a girl heâd been hyping himself up to talk to every day, but never found the courage to â didnât immediately fall for his charms. And not just that, but even showed just how much she disliked him. You looked him up-and-down with disdain, made disgusted faces at his jokes, rolled your eyes when he spoke up in class. It made him burn with anger, but he also weirdly enjoyed itâat least, you were paying attention to him. So, he amped it up. Talked louder, laughed louder, hovered around you. He even stole your erasers, wrote the date on which heâd taken them, kept them in a box on his desk that he looked at every time he studied at home. He aimed to beat you in every class you shared, even though neither of you cared that much about gradesâthe annoyed look on your face when he boasted about the two points heâd gotten over you was enough satisfaction.
All in all, he behaved like a child, and you reciprocated in like.
Until you didnât.
It was a random Tuesday when something in your attitude towards him shifted. It wasnât a complete 180, but he noticed everything about you, so even a slight change of your tone was obvious to him. You started using your nickname for him more often than his full nameâhe never told you, but of course he loved that you didnât call him Jay like everyone else, that you had your own way of addressing him. It was a sign to him that the two of you had something special, even if it was on the opposite end of the spectrum of what he wanted with you.
He again spent sleepless nights wondering what had caused this change: was it something he had done, or something within you? It was a welcome change, that much was sure, but he was initially too confused to take it in stride. Heâd long made peace with the fact that heâd never have you the way he really wanted, so he was fine with whatever this wasâbut now, you were changing, your interactions were tinged with something like shyness, the distance between you felt greater than ever. He tried to keep up his smart-ass appearances around you, but you only indulged in your old habits once in a while, as though you had grown tired of arguing with him, even of giving him the time of day.
So he resolved himself to adapting his behavior to yours. If you stared at him intently like his face was a puzzle you were trying to solve, he let you, rested his head on his palm and smiled as he stared back at you. Finally, he had an excuse to look at you without you threatening to punch him or saying a picture would last longer. He knew they did, heâd had to resort to scrolling through Sunooâs and Kazuhaâs Instagrams to find any photos of you. Yours was private and at the time, you wouldâve probably cursed him out if heâd sent a follow request. If you seemed too annoyed or upset over something, heâd leave you alone, heâd do something nice to let you know you didnât need to have your guards up at all times around him. If you seemed to silently call for a truce of hostilities, he easily complied.
Then, after a few weeks, your petty arguments resumed, but those too were differentâif before they felt filled with real disdain and irritation, they now seemed to be a comfortable habit to fall back on, almost like a fun hobby. Those, too, Jay readily welcomed.
And so things changed in a direction Jay had never thought would one day be possible. You gave him no explanations, nor did he ask for any, and soon he stopped losing sleep over the whyâs and the howâs and simply let himself enjoy the fact that you now had the semblance of a friendship, that he could compliment you and pass it off as amical teasing, that he could learn things about you like what you spent your weekends doing, what your relationship with your family was like, whether you were a dog or cat person, whether you wanted to visit his farm in Stardew Valley.Â
Unsurprisingly, this only enhanced his already pathetically strong feelings for you. He worried over how to make sure this wasnât some sort of 30-day friendship trial you had wanted to test out. He reveled in the fact that his top university of choice was the one you had already been accepted to. He now knew what it felt like to have you smile at him, smile because of him, and he never wanted again to live in a world where this was not a daily occurrence.Â
He now sort of has an answerâyour letter doesnât make it very clear, it makes him think again that you really had not meant to send it, but you seem to have had a dream. A dream of him, 28-year-old him, to be precise, of your life togetherâheâs not sure. At this point in time, he doesnât care much, either. Whether it was a dream or a real vision of the future that you had, all that matters is that it allowed you to see him in a new light, a light which he had hoped for years would one day appear to you, and it had changed things. And now, you liked him.
You said so yourself.
Heâs at a loss for words. He canât concentrate for long enough to put all his thoughts in order, he canât make himself calm down and write his feelings down. He has to pack to go home, once heâs home, heâll have to pack for university. But itâs only two weeks from now to the day you meet again, and itâll be better to say what he wants to say in person, anyway.
Is it okay if I respond to your letter in person? I think Iâll be too busy these two coming weeks, he texts you.
And then those two weeks pass like two seconds and youâre there, a few meters away from him. All the speeches heâd prepared in his head, from grand declarations of love to laid-back admittances of Yeah, I like you too, youâre cool, I guess, they all vanish from his head. For fourteen days heâs been going through scenarios upon scenarios of your reunion, what youâd look like, what heâd say, how youâd react. But now that he can actually see you, now that he would just have to walk a few steps if he wanted to touch you, hug you, kiss you â hoping that was something you wanted to do â he freezes. He forgets how his body works, the part in his brain thatâs meant to manage language ability fails him. HIs mom calls him over, urging him into his new dorm building, and all he can do is wave back at you like an idiot.
When finally he musters the courage to text you, what he hopes will be the day that starts your romantic relationship turns into the day Park Jongseong realizes how much of a loser he is. For the first hour, he canât look at you, he canât get through a sentence without stuttering out half of his words, he runs out of things to say in record time. All he can think of is how easy itâd be to grab one of your hands, hold it in his and walk around this stupid potted plant sale as if the two of you were two halves of a whole. He doesnât even want a potted plant, his roommate already has five, he just wanted an excuse to see you. He steals glances at you when youâre looking elsewhere, and he notices everything about you tenfold now that he can, now that caring about you doesnât need to be in vain any longer. He tells himself that he just needs to calm down a bit, even when you have the confirmation that the person youâre about to confess to already likes you, revealing your feelings to someone is always nerve-wracking, the two of you havenât seen in each other in a while, heâll talk to you once his heart gets out of his throat.
But youâre acting normal. Suspiciously so. Youâre acting like you never told him you liked him, like nothing has changed between you. He rereads your letter the second he gets back to his dorm. Heâs not crazy, itâs written right there, I like you, Jong. I think I have for a long time, longer than either of us thinks. He knows the words by heart now, but he checks them anyway. So why are you acting like you never said anything? Had you really not meant to send that letter? Did Jay actually intrude on your private thoughts by reading words that had never meant to be seen by another soul?
You continue to behave as you usually would around him, but if he couldnât go back to vicious bickering when things changed the first time, he canât go back to friendly bickering now that things â for him â have changed a second time. He doesnât even want friendly to be in your shared vocabulary anymore.Â
So he stops giving in. If you make fun of him, he just stands there with an unimpressed if amused look on his face. If you pedantically correct him on something, he just nods his head and accepts it. He can tell youâre bothered by it, but he needs to show you that he doesnât want to go on being just friends with youâhe wants to compliment you without having to pass it off as teasing, he wants to stare at you with hearts in his eyes without having to look away when you catch him, he wants to spend every waking second of every day with you, he wants to hold your hand, hold you.Â
He could wait for things to change slowly again, but why wait when he could help things along?
--
Itâs nine p.m. on a Saturday and youâre sneaking Jongseong into your dorm. Liz is away for the weekend, gone back home to celebrate her auntâs birthday, so you have the room to yourselves. It took some convincing to get him to come â What if we get caught coming in, What if your T.A. sees us, What if I get reported to campus police â and so when your verbal reassurances failed to work, you resorted to blinking up at him through your lashes and that did the trick.
Jongseong was in many ways unlike any other man youâd ever met; in some other ways, he was the exact same.
Plastic bag of the tteokbokki youâd asked for in hand, he looks around the deserted hallways like someone might jump out of nowhere and beat him to a pulp at any given moment. At this time of the week, everyoneâs out partying or holed up in their dorms, presumably either to rest or because of a lack of friends so early on in the semester. You grab his free hand and hurry him along to the elevatorâonce inside, it takes you a few seconds before you realize youâre still holding it, and you retract your hand quickly while he just smiles.Â
You settle yourselves on the floorâcomfort is not worth getting gochujang sauce on your white sheets. You sit criss-cross in front of each other, the food between the two of you, and catch up on your first week of class in-between bites of spicy, gooey rice cakes and fish cakes. You wonder, if one day you and Jongseong are no longer friends, how long you will keep associating tteokbokki with him.
When you tell him that you and Jake share a class, Introduction to Film Studies, he gives you a look. âWhatâs that face for?â you ask.
âDid you guys sit next to each other?â
You chuckle. âOf course. We only knew each other in that room, it wouldâve been weird not to.â
He continues to stare at you. After a while, he muses, âYouâre notâŚ?â
You halt in your tracks, rice cake at the end of your plastic fork hanging in the air, halfway between the container and your mouth. âWhatever youâre thinking, the answer is no.â Still in love with him, interested in him again, you donât know the exact details of Jongseongâs thought process, all you know is he has nothing to worry aboutâif itâs something he worries about.
When a smile slowly grows on his lips and he nods, saying, âOkay, good,â you let yourself think it might be.
Later, youâre ten minutes into a senseless blockbuster movie when he suddenly pauses it. It snaps you out of a tranceâhis hand was awfully close to yours, so is his shoulder, his thigh, his knee, everything, really, and you havenât been able to concentrate on anything but the warmth radiating off his skin and the intensity with which you crave to feel it intentionally rather than accidentally. When he speaks, thereâs something serious in his tone that makes you nervous. âY/N,â he says as he turns to you, and now his face is awfully close, too. Thereâs still many centimeters separating you, but in this tiny, barely lit-up room, he feels closer than ever before. âDo you remember when I said Iâd reply to your letter in real life?â
You tilt your head. âYeah, that was ages ago.â
âWell, I thought Iâd do it now.â
âNow?â
He takes a deep, shaky breath. âNow.â
And then those safe centimeters suddenly disappear, and Jongseongâs lips are on yours. Itâs a brief, chaste kiss, so quick you wonder if it even happened when he leans back again.
âI like you, too,â he says, and your heart stops.
âW-what?â is all you can say back, eyes wide like heâs just admitted to killing someone rather than reciprocating your feelings.
His confident facade quickly crumbles. âGod, this was so much cooler in my head, I-Iâm sorry.â He pulls something out of his sweatpants pocket, pages folded over and over into a tiny square. As he unfolds them, you recognize your paper, your handwritingâbut what do your letters have anything to do with him kissing you, of all things? âI donât think you meant to send this. But Iâm glad you did.â
He hands you the pages and your eyes skim over the words, not detecting anything out of the ordinary, untilâBut it got me thinking about your fight again. Reflecting on it now, I can say that it was a turning point for me in my perception of you. You remember this line, because you had made sure to strike it and everything that came afterward out when you rewrote the letter that you would actually send Jongseong. So how was he giving you this?Â
âI-How do you have this?â you ask, voice trembling. You feel as though your heart overflows with all kinds of emotions, and so your eyes follow, tears staining your lower lashes.Â
But Jongseong is not one to let you hide things from him. âHey, no, itâs okay,â he says, warm hands coming to cup your face. âLook at me.â You have no choice but to obligeâhis gaze is somehow both soft and stern, a mix of concern and determination. âDid you mean what you wrote in here?â You nod. âThen everythingâs okay. You donât know how happy I was reading this.â
The tension in your body slowly starts to fade. âReally?â
âReally. I cherish every single word in there.â
âReally?â you repeat, and he chuckles.
âReally.â
Your heartbeat speeds up as you gaze into his eyes, as you let yourself bask in the affection and endearment you find there. You canât quite comprehend whatâs happening. The letter, the kiss, his confession, your inadvertent confession, itâs all a mess in your head; so sudden, but such a long time coming at the same time. You never imagined that things would change so quicklyâless than a year ago, you thought Jongseong was the most irritating person on this planet. After meeting his 28-year-old self, you thought itâd take ages for the two of you to be on such good terms. But now, just a week into your first semester of university, belly full of tteokbokki and Sprite, you like each other enough not only to be in the same room without hurling insults at each other but to actually be smiling at each other, willingly at that.
Your eyes drift down to his lips, just like in the hallway all those months ago, and the words slip out before you can stop them. Theyâre a mere whisperââKiss me again.â
Jongseong doesnât need to be told twice. Still cupping your face, he bridges the gap between the two of you again, and this time, when your lips meet, they donât come apart so quickly. Itâs your first kiss, and itâs nothing short of magical, better than any romance novel couldâve prepared you for. His lips are warm and soft against yours, moving slowly, gingerly; as if heâs scared to take any wrong step, he lets you control the pace, follows every tilt of your head this way and that. Itâs a relief that he seems to know as little about this as you doâhis hands havenât moved from your face, yours are on his knees, all you can do is focus on the movement of your lips, to think of anything else at the same time would be overwhelming.Â
âIâve liked you from the start,â he suddenly says, face still so close you can feel his breath on your lips as he speaks.Â
âHm?â you hum, body reeling from the kiss.
âIâve liked you from the start,â he repeats, grinningâhe looks relieved, like heâs been waiting to say these words for a long time. âI canât believe this is happening after all these years. Or at all, really.â
âI think I did, too.â
âYeah, you mentioned that in your letter.â
Your eyes widen and you bury your face in your hands as Jongseong laughs. âYouâre never going to let me live that down, are you?â you mumble.
He smooths over your hair with one hand, brings your face back up with the other. âDonât worry. I wonât ever make you regret this.â
Your brain and heart are too all over the place for you to come up with a coherent answer, so you lean in and reconnect your lips to his. Itâs already becoming your favorite sensation, feeling him smile into the kiss, threading your fingers in his soft hair.
Time passes delicately like this, the two of you on your single bed, in the sheets that you bought three weeks ago. A lot of it is spent kissing and learning how to fall into each otherâs rhythm, but you also spend hours talking, comparing situations and how youâd experienced them. You thought his occasional acts of kindness were done out of guilt, evidence that he did have some morals; he was trying to show he cared about you. He thought youâd despised him from the moment you saw him; you reiterate in more detail than your letter what really happened, you say you wish you knew then what you know now.Â
âBut I never hated you, Jong. I think I wanted to believe that I did, but I never actually did.â
âYou glared at me everytime I walked past like I killed a member of your family.â
You groan, ashamed of yourself. âI did, didnât I?â
âYou did,â he says, chuckling, placing a kiss on your forehead. His arms are around you, your head rests atop his heartâyouâve never felt more comfortable in your life. âBut itâs okay. Weâre here now, and I donât want us to have any regrets about high school. We had a good time, didnât we?â
You tilt your head up to look at him. âIâm sure you did, stealing all my erasers.â
He lets out a hearty laugh. Clearly, heâs very proud of his feat. âHey, I gave all of them back.â
âAnd what am I going to do with a hundred erasers, Jong?â you ask, laughing too, pecking his cheek aggressivelyâyour way of punishing him for a grave deed.
âKeep them as a token of my love for you,â he says, and your breath falters at the mention of that word. âIn fifty years, itâll be a sign that Iâve liked you since the beginning, I just had a funny way of showing it.â
âFifty years, huh?â
He grins. âFifty, a hundred, whatever. Youâre not getting rid of me.â
âI wasnât planning to.â
Youâre both smiling so wide, you can barely manage a kiss. He trails kisses from your lips to your ear. Holding you close, he whispers, âItâs always been you, Y/N. Always and only you.â
There may be thorns on the otherwise immaculate rose that is your life, but Park Jongseong was never one of themâall along, he was a bud waiting to bloom.
--
The more time passes, the more you wonder whether that night you had seen in your vision will ever come. Thereâs been evenings similar to itâcrashing the minute you came home from a long day on set, telling yourself youâd take a fifteen-minute power nap only to wake up three hours later and coming downstairs to find your husband cooking dinner, cleaning the kitchen, taking care of your son or simply watching TV, but waiting for you, always waiting for you. He seems as happy now watching you come down the stairs as he was then finding your face among all the students flocking out of lecture halls.Â
The details are blurry now, but many small things seem to be different from what youâd seen. He still tries to recreate your favorite meal, but itâs not pasta all'arrabbiata, itâs laksa, because your first date as an official couple was to a Malaysian restaurant, not an Italian one. Heâs still the best father you know, but you have one son, not twin girlsâalthough that offer to âgive him a younger sibling to play withâ is always on the table. Even the house you live in is different from the one in your dream, which has now become nothing more than a funny anecdote you share with people when they ask you the story of how you and Jongseong met.
You think of Sunooâs words from all those years ago: Sometimes, we want something so badly, we conjure it up for ourselves. Had 18-year-old you been in such denial over her feelings for Jongseong that sheâd had to convince herself a magical well had bestowed a crazy dream upon her to admit that, yes, there was something there, something other than childish hatred?
It doesnât matter anymore. Months pass without you thinking about that well, anyway.Â
Tonight, you come home late from work after having had to do last-minute changes to the script for your current project, a movie that starts shooting in a few days. Jongseong texted you that he was going to bed an hour or so again, so youâre greeted by a plate of japchae covered in film paper. The post-it note stuck to it reads, Iâm afraid of the repercussions of too much curry consumption on our son, so no laksa tonight my love. Hope you like it. Come to bed quick. You were starving a second ago, but you decide food can waitâother things canât.
You tiptoe up the stairs and into your sonâs room, breathing in the scent of his hair and placing a kiss there. His hair is still worryingly sparse, but if heâs anything like his dad, itâll come in a bit later than the other kids. You always thought babies with a full head of hair were freaky, anyway. He doesnât budge a bit, sleeping like a logâhis dad is another story, shuffling in bed the moment you step into your shared bedroom. He opens his arms wide, a silent invitation.
âYouâre home,â he says as you attach yourself to his body, your leg hiked up over his, your face buried in the crook of his neck, your thumb caressing the start of stubble on his cheeks.
You smile. âI am.â
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